I feel so small
Like a ladybug on the wing of an airplane
I feel so unimportant
No more significant than a grain of salt in the red sea
And I understand why you don’t love me
I wouldn’t love me either
I wouldn’t love me if my life depended on it
Sometimes it does
And for your sake
It’s better that it does
It’s better that it will.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 7:26 PM UTC
I feel so small
Like a ladybug on the wing of an airplane
I feel so unimportant
No more significant than a grain of salt in the red sea
And I understand why you don’t love me
I wouldn’t love me either
I wouldn’t love me if my life depended on it
Sometimes it does
And for your sake
It’s better that it does
It’s better that it will.
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