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Jun 2013
Of course the truth hurt, but it is your lies that killed.
Honestly, honesty is a cup that you'll never have filled.
Since you're apparently incapable, I'll be the one who is real:
The colder than steel glances we share cut deeper than the one-sided feelings I still conceal.

Just let me teach you how to feel,
this time it'll be the right way, it'll be real.
Not with hands, but with your heart-
Eyes on me, I have this down to an art.

I think I just needed time heal,
my pride was hurt, the floodgates opened, you broke the seal.
I'm coping now, I'm over it, but let's make a deal-
You stop breaking hearts, if I teach you how to feel.

Just let me teach you how to feel,
this time it'll be the right way, it'll be real.
Not with hands, but with your heart-
Eyes on me, I have this down to an art.

I know exactly how to feel, the right way, it's real.
I've cared too little and way too much, so trust me- I know the drill.
I've loved, I've lost, wanted to help you live, wanted to ****-
But now all I want to do for you is teach you how to feel when things are real.
So tell me, darling, do you really know how it feels?
Mackenzie Vieth
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Mackenzie Vieth  The Midwest
(The Midwest)   
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