Why do I
Constantly try to control this,
Hurt myself by looking
I am obsessed.
I don’t want you to tie me down any longer.
I don’t want your voice, your promises, your love,
All whispered in my ear before I go to sleep.
I know it’s not true, at least not anymore.
I’m kidding myself.
Smoke and mirrors.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 3:33 AM UTC
Why do I
Constantly try to control this,
Hurt myself by looking
I am obsessed.
I don’t want you to tie me down any longer.
I don’t want your voice, your promises, your love,
All whispered in my ear before I go to sleep.
I know it’s not true, at least not anymore.
I’m kidding myself.
Smoke and mirrors.
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