Was it the sunrise
When I stared into his eyes
It was to my surprise
That he was such a prize
My mind is a dark grey cloud
Claustrophobia in a crowd.
I run when it starts with affection
I've never felt a connection
I think I'm just scared of rejection
As if it were an infection
Maybe it's just depression
Or the view of imperfection...
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
Was it the sunrise
When I stared into his eyes
It was to my surprise
That he was such a prize
My mind is a dark grey cloud
Claustrophobia in a crowd.
I run when it starts with affection
I've never felt a connection
I think I'm just scared of rejection
As if it were an infection
Maybe it's just depression
Or the view of imperfection...
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