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I'm tired of wishful thinking I'm scared of being close, And as the world goes by, I fall asleep and no one knows. My mind all pins and prickles, My stomach all in knots, The marks you left aren't healing, And you will not leave my thoughts. There's holes in all my pockets, And there's hair chopped in the sink, I'll draw another cigarette, And down another drink. I'm tired of being outcast By everyone I love, But everyone abandons ship When push comes to shove. So I remain, unmoving, A blanket on my head, I'll hold my breath and close my eyes, And wish that I were dead. With every word you tell me, My heart burns to a char, Mistakes were made, And I'm afraid It's gonna leave a scar. The streak remains unbroken, When all is said and done. Don't tell me that you want me If tomorrow you'll be gone. I'm woken up by silence, I eat, but never much. My soul is dimming slowly And my skin yearns for your touch. And here, I sense a pattern Of self destructive cues, How is it that I end up here No matter what I choose? Yes, here, I sense a pattern Now that you're gone from my view, I can only fall asleep If I can dream of you.
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Jun 14, 2023
Jun 14, 2023 at 2:35 AM UTC
Dream of You
I'm tired of wishful thinking I'm scared of being close, And as the world goes by, I fall asleep and no one knows. My mind all pins and prickles, My stomach all in knots, The marks you left aren't healing, And you will not leave my thoughts. There's holes in all my pockets, And there's hair chopped in the sink, I'll draw another cigarette, And down another drink. I'm tired of being outcast By everyone I love, But everyone abandons ship When push comes to shove. So I remain, unmoving, A blanket on my head, I'll hold my breath and close my eyes, And wish that I were dead. With every word you tell me, My heart burns to a char, Mistakes were made, And I'm afraid It's gonna leave a scar. The streak remains unbroken, When all is said and done. Don't tell me that you want me If tomorrow you'll be gone. I'm woken up by silence, I eat, but never much. My soul is dimming slowly And my skin yearns for your touch. And here, I sense a pattern Of self destructive cues, How is it that I end up here No matter what I choose? Yes, here, I sense a pattern Now that you're gone from my view, I can only fall asleep If I can dream of you.
#emotional#heartbreak#love#anxiety#sad#depression#breakup
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Jun 14, 2023
Jun 14, 2023 at 2:35 AM UTC
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