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Jul 2013
Let's talk about our fears
I fear I've stolen your life
You fear, you can't fix the broken
But I'm not broken
I never have been
I'm just not what you thought you'd settle for
Because you know ill never be
That trophy wife you wanted in the house with the white picket fence with your two and a half kids
Does it hurt to know that I'll never be what you wanted?
Because it's killing me

My fears manifest themselves in questions
Questions I ask
Questions I think
Questions ill never find
But your answer is always the same
How everything's fine
Everything's okay
But if that's so true why do I feel this way?

I know you want someone more like her
And I'll never be that
It's not me
I guess we should both face our fears
Cause we may not be broken yet
But, my dear, we're heading there.
I wrote this sitting in traffic.
Heather Jeannine
Written by
Heather Jeannine  Miami
(Miami)   
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   b n, --- and David Beltran
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