Tell me
am I your baby?
You misunderstand me,
just
I walk barefoot where the water drowns the sand
with
I've never been confronted with my own thouhts
They don't
I understand
your need to switch the roles around
and
I understand
you delude yourself and sleep with a different
I understand
That we can never speak again
And your
It must have been hard; staying in line
knowing your
Comfortable as I am
I need your reassurance
And comfortable as you
Your patronizing stare can watch me heal.
What I would
I've run out of complicated theories
So now I'm taking back
What is the game we're playing?
should I stick around
Our battles are repetious
if not broken poetry
and maybe
I said I said I said
I would cater to
I down this bottle of wine,
I don't know how
You self destructive
Little girl
Pick yourself up
Don't blame the
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