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Jun 2015
I wanna call you so bad,
But I feel so guilty, I feel so sad.
The road ahead seems to be dancing,
Or I may just be high, drunk, and in need of romancing.
I'm tripping ***** on this warm lonely night,
In need of an ear, I see none of my friends in sight.
I want so bad to run far away from here,
But I cant run from my thoughts, and my enemy will always be near.
As rain falls from the sky,
And lovers start to get lost in eachothers eyes,
I figure it must be February again,
But here I am alone, with a broken heart in desperate need of a mend.
I want to feel pain, shake away these blues leaving me so numb,
I cant seem to find a connection, I feel like a fool, so blind and so dumb.
I have a heart of gold I'd like to share with someone emotionally sound,
Though I'm worth the fight, these walls are hard to break down.
A hopeless romantic I may be,
No one seems to want to get to know the real me,
I promise I've got endless stories to tell,
My trust is priceless, something I could never sell.
So I ask you to come take a chance at something great,
I can be your rock, I can be your escape.
And I hope you will anchor me too,
Make the drinks slow way down, become very very few.
But tonight I'll lay alone,
In a place I wish I could make feel like home,
And pray to not pick up this knife,
I dont wanna lose yet again another fight.
Blythe Barrymore
Written by
Blythe Barrymore  Portland
(Portland)   
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   joel hansen
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