My mind is empty, passive, yet filled with chaos from the past.
Afraid to feel again, to give in.
Scared this is another trap.
What can I give him that no one else can? Why me?
Is there another hidden agenda?
I can't resist his words, yet they scare me to death.
It's like a love song I wanna play on repeat,
but still wishing that the record would break.
Before I do.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
My mind is empty, passive, yet filled with chaos from the past.
Afraid to feel again, to give in.
Scared this is another trap.
What can I give him that no one else can? Why me?
Is there another hidden agenda?
I can't resist his words, yet they scare me to death.
It's like a love song I wanna play on repeat,
but still wishing that the record would break.
Before I do.
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