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I never proposed myself to be someone else and The conception of being the best. Perpending myself "why Not me" There's an answer. I know. Don't speak words about it. I don't have any words from you You can't sing a song for me. You'll never think of it. You can't write things about me. You'll never think of it. I hate the way your words keep me safe And the sight of me as nonentity Leaving me cold and floating dead in the sea Frantic. I don't want you to open your eyes seeing me so worried Angst. Morbid, that's morbid. Why the "other" is always better Your eyes never landed on mine. My eyes, my eyes that bursting on love and desire. This ain't just love This ain't just jealousy This is something This is something you need to see My heart speaks the language of love That will never be heard The feelings, My feelings, it's weary. Flying in the surface of fire Soon it will be burned, that'll the ashes mix in the air. And there's nothing. Nothing. I hope you won't regret the things you barely knew. Just lie to yourself I don't want you to feel hurt or bad. That's all I can give to you, My love.
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
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I never proposed myself to be someone else and The conception of being the best. Perpending myself "why Not me" There's an answer. I know. Don't speak words about it. I don't have any words from you You can't sing a song for me. You'll never think of it. You can't write things about me. You'll never think of it. I hate the way your words keep me safe And the sight of me as nonentity Leaving me cold and floating dead in the sea Frantic. I don't want you to open your eyes seeing me so worried Angst. Morbid, that's morbid. Why the "other" is always better Your eyes never landed on mine. My eyes, my eyes that bursting on love and desire. This ain't just love This ain't just jealousy This is something This is something you need to see My heart speaks the language of love That will never be heard The feelings, My feelings, it's weary. Flying in the surface of fire Soon it will be burned, that'll the ashes mix in the air. And there's nothing. Nothing. I hope you won't regret the things you barely knew. Just lie to yourself I don't want you to feel hurt or bad. That's all I can give to you, My love.
_you deserve someone better is what it says_
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
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