They want me to beg
To kiss their foul mouths
But I am too special
To be a free-for-all
I have been stretched so far
You can't even see me
Tired or handing out love
Like charity, out of disparity
I want my heart to be treated
Like the rarity it is
Is it fair of me?
No
I would toss you out of the ring,
If it meant less pain for me,
It is selfish way to survive
But it's mine,
Maybe I am the bad guy
You claimed I so was,
I am doing this because
I need to be kind
To myself
When
You
Are
Unkind
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
They want me to beg
To kiss their foul mouths
But I am too special
To be a free-for-all
I have been stretched so far
You can't even see me
Tired or handing out love
Like charity, out of disparity
I want my heart to be treated
Like the rarity it is
Is it fair of me?
No
I would toss you out of the ring,
If it meant less pain for me,
It is selfish way to survive
But it's mine,
Maybe I am the bad guy
You claimed I so was,
I am doing this because
I need to be kind
To myself
When
You
Are
Unkind
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