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My love for you knows no bounds Regardless of how upsetting you tend to be One more confession following one more round I'm far from blind but can't quite see A connection I miss, intimacy and truth Your voice was music to my ears Essentially we are now escaping our youth Mentally, you've got a couple more years Promises were made that cease to exist (Promises were made to be broken?) I disagree though, I'm to blame for this Fear is my ailment for why I haven't spoken "There's nothing to fear but fear itself" Straight from the horse's mouth I've failed to comply with my word as well Still filled with excess doubt You managed to remove that away from a while Guaranteed, a job well done With even just a crack of a smile I received my prize, I proudly won The game is over, no lives left No mushrooms to revive me now If it was that simple, I'd hit 'select' And 'retry' with better understanding how Starting over begins the same But the direction and obstacles change A new route is followed in vain For not enough experienced has been gained You're such a charmer, I know I still haven't fully broken your spell I'm currently trying my hand at laying low I question your thoughts; by now you should know me well I want inside your head and heart Where does your pain emerge from? My curiosity is insatiable once I've felt a spark I will continue to listen until your confession is done I don't force a smile, but it's not completely real I can maintain being civil with you When you attempt to hide things you failed to conceal My submissive attitude is what I must subdue Why do I continue to feel this ache? Does mental illness play a possible factor? The idea of romanctic love I can't seem to shake Yet if it's real, it inevitably won't matter According to them, I don't know who you are Yet I feel I've known all along And even so, I've fallen this hard I simply hope you'll still play me that song
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Aug 23, 2011
Aug 23, 2011 at 6:34 PM UTC
Detachable Feelings
My love for you knows no bounds Regardless of how upsetting you tend to be One more confession following one more round I'm far from blind but can't quite see A connection I miss, intimacy and truth Your voice was music to my ears Essentially we are now escaping our youth Mentally, you've got a couple more years Promises were made that cease to exist (Promises were made to be broken?) I disagree though, I'm to blame for this Fear is my ailment for why I haven't spoken "There's nothing to fear but fear itself" Straight from the horse's mouth I've failed to comply with my word as well Still filled with excess doubt You managed to remove that away from a while Guaranteed, a job well done With even just a crack of a smile I received my prize, I proudly won The game is over, no lives left No mushrooms to revive me now If it was that simple, I'd hit 'select' And 'retry' with better understanding how Starting over begins the same But the direction and obstacles change A new route is followed in vain For not enough experienced has been gained You're such a charmer, I know I still haven't fully broken your spell I'm currently trying my hand at laying low I question your thoughts; by now you should know me well I want inside your head and heart Where does your pain emerge from? My curiosity is insatiable once I've felt a spark I will continue to listen until your confession is done I don't force a smile, but it's not completely real I can maintain being civil with you When you attempt to hide things you failed to conceal My submissive attitude is what I must subdue Why do I continue to feel this ache? Does mental illness play a possible factor? The idea of romanctic love I can't seem to shake Yet if it's real, it inevitably won't matter According to them, I don't know who you are Yet I feel I've known all along And even so, I've fallen this hard I simply hope you'll still play me that song
Oh yeah, I play video games.
roberta-day
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30/F/American
Aug 23, 2011
Aug 23, 2011 at 6:34 PM UTC
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