1.18.2004

I don’t find it hard to think about you,
And I’ve been lost since I met you,
It’s funny how I don’t need you,
But all the while you’re something I crave,
Feel like no one else would want me,
I’m dragging myself along the ground,
Yet when we separate, it’s like I never lived a moment in your life,
Something once significant, easily forgotten,
You’ve got me convinced I can’t get any better,
I don’t deserve more than what finds me,
You’re untouchable when you wish to be,
And I have no control, you run the show,
It’s your word over mine.
I don’t know if it’s just me seeing things this way.
I don’t want to be where I’m standing,
But I’ll never make it past misfortune,

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