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I traded my kindness for weakness
Smiled when I felt an utter saddness
Lied to protect the ones I love
And still end up feeling empty
A misplaced urn of eternal emotion
Now I'm nothing more than a fire place decoration
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She is my want so much I need
Her eyes I'm locked anyone can see
You hypnotize me pendulum swing
My hearts in a fight like it entered the ring
But that's ok it's alright I've got plenty that you're going to like
All I'm asking is for a chance and s little respect
Instead I'm at the table with appetizers ready to pay the check
Maybe someone
dropped my soul
before it was sewn
into this body

Maybe that's why
I ache in every breath.
Maybe that's the reason
I break so easily

People don't need an excuse
for their sorrow,
but I search for one
anyways.

Maybe someone
dropped my soul
before it was sewn
into the seams
of my existence

and maybe they just
forgot to brush it off
Overlooked as if too good
Too sweet causing cavities
Borrowing glances never getting them back
holding hands, loose, and even lonelier
All you wanted to do was be happy
Chances don't exist for opportunity is everything
Always wanted Her but she ran too fast
Doesn't matter id never last
Got some drive but no destination
Lost with a road map no transportation
Your hand in my headlights
As I drive away...
Talk the walls down and drought the moat of emotion
I'm no different than the things I said I'd never be
In the eyes of the innocent it's easy to see
Peer pressure, social media, and life to make you fall to your knees
But that's the anxiety
Do you think you are as insane as me?
I walk a path of self destruction, almost an art
Playing the part of who you think I am
Right not I'm not the leading actor but I'm doing the best I can
A bird in the bush is worth two in the hand
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