I’m meeting a new mystery
And it’s introducing itself with rage
Who’s to say what’s limited to me?
Why can’t I collect?
Why am I forced to shed skin I barely wore?
I want to wear you until you fall off
Through four seasons of the year
I want to feel you feed me your troubles
I want to fix you
And then
I want to feel you leave me once we’re done
I want to hear all your goodbye’s at once
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
I’m meeting a new mystery
And it’s introducing itself with rage
Who’s to say what’s limited to me?
Why can’t I collect?
Why am I forced to shed skin I barely wore?
I want to wear you until you fall off
Through four seasons of the year
I want to feel you feed me your troubles
I want to fix you
And then
I want to feel you leave me once we’re done
I want to hear all your goodbye’s at once
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