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Jan 2018
If what we had was real, why does it feel so wrong?

You never noticed me, until I decided to play along.

But then you got too rough, I had to push you away.

But my heart you had took, now I'm doomed to stay.

Everyone around me wanted you, but you chose me.

Now I'm asking myself what did you see...in me?

Looking back, I wasn't interesting, not in the least.

But I guess I had to intrigue your interests at least.

But you pulled me into depression.

With your streaks of aggression.

But I didn't learn my lesson.

Now im covered in suppression.

Anything I say, and anything I do.

Could be the end of me...

but not the end of you.

If what we had was real, why does it feel so wrong?

You never noticed me, until I decided to play along.

But then you got too rough, I had to push you away.

But my heart you had took, now I'm doomed to stay.
Written by
Jonathan Williams  22/M/Seattle, WA
(22/M/Seattle, WA)   
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