What do you do,
When you feel helpless.
Unloved and unwanted,
I don't not know
I only know how to drink.
When I'm happy or sad.
But never unwanted,
Cause I'm never sober
Enough to know
What it feels like.

I should have grabbed your
Hand.
Pulled you close to me
And lied.
Lied that I don't like blonds or
That one girl, with the blond
Hair.
How romantic right?
Me staring into your eyes and
You staring back.
But then you'll know the truth.
That I'm just a lost puppy
looking for a home,
A place to stay,
A girl to listen
And some wine to drink.

But you can't know this
And you never will.
Instead you'll know half of it,
That I do like your hair and I think
About it.
Brown with blonde stripes.
I like the way you talk,
Especially when your drunk
Without a care in the world.

****, now you'll think I'm a *****
Spilling all this **** to you.
The truth is I like you
Mostly because you truly understand sacarsim.
And I can feel the
bitterness in the undertone of your
Voice.
Maybe I'm just projecting.