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Another late night Staring at my phone I’m feeling so alone I know I say that I have grown But man I should have known How that was a lie Just like you and I I don’t know why I cannot empathize With your feelings inside What you are trying to hide You say it’s over but I can’t cope This just friends **** hurts the most Yeah I know it was for the best, but it don’t Feel like either of us is as happy as We could be, just two of us having What should be, reminiscent of Couch conversations and quiet Reservation, the chill down my spine As you kissed me... **** I miss the stupid things for sure Like how ‘not enough’ you thought you were But I would be the one to tell you first There could be a million others and I’d still Pick her. **** what am I doing Guard my heart, focus on healing, Replace the loneliness with weight lifting Maybe then I can feel something Run miles on treadmills Just to sprint away from the problems ‘Cuz overcomplications? Man I don’t wanna solve em’ And if she ever wants to choose me for real? Well I’ll open myself up and tell her how I feel Till then it’s bottled up, Tell myself to shut up Wanna tell her all the things inside my head Yeah she got me ****** up, Just a few words a day ain’t really enough I want long deep introspective Followed up with romantic directive Wish I could change my perspective And see that she is protective Of my innocent soul And my fragile world And let me tell you She has the cutest baby girl But I’m not the guy To stop her crying at night Make sure those laces are tight Tell her that she’s strong and To stand up and fight. Instead I’m the one on the sidelines Just warming the bench Tear ducts are dry Think I’m all but spent I get to watch as some guy who dipped when the going got tough Come back like its all good, He’ll probably split when it’s rough. But I can’t really judge, Cause I don’t know him all that well Just the little bits and pieces You had decided to tell I really don’t want to watch this blow up And turn to smoke Leave you feeling worthless Like you’re the broken joke The pitiless punchline Battered, bruised over time Stuck in this revolving half-love Paradigm. I wonder if she knows that i will always ******* care, about the way she holds herself, the way she braids her hair, I thought someone who sticks around was pretty rare, people come and go, trust me I’ve been there. So I don’t feel hurt at all that you apprehensive to a fault, throw all your feelings locked away inside a vault, but I’m finessing the tellers to help me get inside, to see the truth of where all of your reasonings reside.
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Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 4:08 AM UTC
The Truth of the Matter.
Another late night Staring at my phone I’m feeling so alone I know I say that I have grown But man I should have known How that was a lie Just like you and I I don’t know why I cannot empathize With your feelings inside What you are trying to hide You say it’s over but I can’t cope This just friends **** hurts the most Yeah I know it was for the best, but it don’t Feel like either of us is as happy as We could be, just two of us having What should be, reminiscent of Couch conversations and quiet Reservation, the chill down my spine As you kissed me... **** I miss the stupid things for sure Like how ‘not enough’ you thought you were But I would be the one to tell you first There could be a million others and I’d still Pick her. **** what am I doing Guard my heart, focus on healing, Replace the loneliness with weight lifting Maybe then I can feel something Run miles on treadmills Just to sprint away from the problems ‘Cuz overcomplications? Man I don’t wanna solve em’ And if she ever wants to choose me for real? Well I’ll open myself up and tell her how I feel Till then it’s bottled up, Tell myself to shut up Wanna tell her all the things inside my head Yeah she got me ****** up, Just a few words a day ain’t really enough I want long deep introspective Followed up with romantic directive Wish I could change my perspective And see that she is protective Of my innocent soul And my fragile world And let me tell you She has the cutest baby girl But I’m not the guy To stop her crying at night Make sure those laces are tight Tell her that she’s strong and To stand up and fight. Instead I’m the one on the sidelines Just warming the bench Tear ducts are dry Think I’m all but spent I get to watch as some guy who dipped when the going got tough Come back like its all good, He’ll probably split when it’s rough. But I can’t really judge, Cause I don’t know him all that well Just the little bits and pieces You had decided to tell I really don’t want to watch this blow up And turn to smoke Leave you feeling worthless Like you’re the broken joke The pitiless punchline Battered, bruised over time Stuck in this revolving half-love Paradigm. I wonder if she knows that i will always ******* care, about the way she holds herself, the way she braids her hair, I thought someone who sticks around was pretty rare, people come and go, trust me I’ve been there. So I don’t feel hurt at all that you apprehensive to a fault, throw all your feelings locked away inside a vault, but I’m finessing the tellers to help me get inside, to see the truth of where all of your reasonings reside.
sorry for the explicit content, but i just felt so... raw.
cole-cummings
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Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 4:08 AM UTC
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