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I know what you're thinking I'm playing the victim, Poor me in the absolute Basic of ways I know what you see And I know what you say This lost soul, Nothing going for them at all And you would be absolutely right. About every little thing you think of me But I'm not playing the victim, Or my best hand at guilt tripping I took responsibility For ruining everything at my own free will, With these very hands That shake and hurt and tremble, Freeze while holding a cold one Because I can't drink this lonely away, I can't forget their faces and All of my many mistakes I am dead inside with the slightest Insight of the person you admired me for The one that cared too much, That wanted the best for everyone But myself, The charmer and protecter I can't shake this alone away, Everyone's found something so much better And well, There's nothing left for me, No room or time to care about me I wish I could die but I also wish I could just go back in time Even with bettering my life This feeling of utter aloneness Would still thrive on the flickering flame Of everything I will never truly be again
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
Earbuds
I know what you're thinking I'm playing the victim, Poor me in the absolute Basic of ways I know what you see And I know what you say This lost soul, Nothing going for them at all And you would be absolutely right. About every little thing you think of me But I'm not playing the victim, Or my best hand at guilt tripping I took responsibility For ruining everything at my own free will, With these very hands That shake and hurt and tremble, Freeze while holding a cold one Because I can't drink this lonely away, I can't forget their faces and All of my many mistakes I am dead inside with the slightest Insight of the person you admired me for The one that cared too much, That wanted the best for everyone But myself, The charmer and protecter I can't shake this alone away, Everyone's found something so much better And well, There's nothing left for me, No room or time to care about me I wish I could die but I also wish I could just go back in time Even with bettering my life This feeling of utter aloneness Would still thrive on the flickering flame Of everything I will never truly be again
bluevelvet
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bluevelvet
24/the same as you
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
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