What do you want from me?
Seriously...
What is it that I could possibly do for you?
What about me, is it that you can't just let go of?
Because my type of love just can't get through to you...
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I don't know if I believe that you really love me for some reason
Or is this just some sort of trauma bond?
What does my being here in your life day after day do for you
If most of the time, we can't even get along?
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I always apologize because I feel like I keep doing something wrong and I will irritate you...
I just long for your attention, I don't think I need to mention I feel like I come of as over affectionate too...
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Maybe I am just too feminine since I have such an annoyingly sharp notion of my emotions...
Maybe you're just too masculine since you had to be so independent for so long...I don't fit your plan anymore. Your path has been chosen.
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Your truth has been spoken.
Now I'm just a token.
Life through you so many punchlines
That I'm just a joke's end...
Inferior date nights.
Yeah, I'm just a broke friend...
Deprived of your physical presence
Wet dreams don't need lotion.
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Maybe I just ask for too much
Because we both know love is dangerous...
I feel like it's been far too long
Especially between two of us
For shit to still be strange for us...
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I still cry myself to sleep.
Not much has changed for us.
Even when I sleep there next to you
I feel estranged from us
Because...
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You.
No, maybe it's me.
It's all in my head, it's my old fashioned heart.
Equivalent exchange is not how it works these days
Looking for that will just tear me apart.
I thought I knew what love looked like
But perception is part
Of the art...
How could I ever know what unconditional love is
If I grew up alone in the dark?
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Eh...
It doesn't matter.
I feel like I tell you how I feel, and it comes off as idle chatter...
I think I ramble a little too often, so you just pile it on the platter.
Until I run the mental bases, it's your turn to be the batter.
Then we go right back down the ladder to a love that's beautifully tattered.
Tragically shattered pieces are thrown here, woefully scattered.
When did we get this way? glittery quixotic disaster...
Making love between the chaos, it's starting to spiral faster.