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This is for you, my dear,
Hold onto the memories past,
Remember all that you fear;
Smile, for those days are gone at last.
With every new tomorrow,
Let me take away your sorrow,
Let me heal your pain,
Let yourself be loved again.
You shan't believe me,
This, I know all too well.
But, perhaps, just perhaps, you will see
For you, I fell.
I know not how to convince you
That everything is true.
You're broken and so you say
That nobody will want you in any way.
Well, I guess I'm broken too,
And I don't care for another.
They might be better, it's true,
But you cared enough to bother.
Insomnia...
Oh, I love thee.
Being by your side,
It's a feeling so free;
If only you'll be my bride.
Oh, no longer do I feel the pain,
Neither that of sorrow.
Gone is my disdain;
Now, I long for tomorrow.
You're the rose that's in my heart,
A song that will never end;
Oh, say that we're never to part,
With you, I can feel myself mend.
Now the sappy shit is out of the way,
Let me honestly say,
Stop asking why I like you,
You won't believe me even if I said it's all true.
I can feel us drifting apart,
You can say it's all in my head.
All I know is I feel like a frozen, expired tart
Cold, numb, and left for dead.
It's not the 2am insecurities
Nor the late night calls
Those, I can handle even with meningitis;
It's when the boot falls.
When we're not talking,
When silence is in every rhyme and verse,
I get to thinking,
I've finally outlived my purpose
Being by your side,
It's a feeling so free;
If only you'll be my bride.
Oh, no longer do I feel the pain,
Neither that of sorrow.
Gone is my disdain;
Now, I long for tomorrow.
You're the rose that's in my heart,
A song that will never end;
Oh, say that we're never to part,
With you, I can feel myself mend.
Now the sappy shit is out of the way,
Let me honestly say,
Stop asking why I like you,
You won't believe me even if I said it's all true.
I can feel us drifting apart,
You can say it's all in my head.
All I know is I feel like a frozen, expired tart
Cold, numb, and left for dead.
It's not the 2am insecurities
Nor the late night calls
Those, I can handle even with meningitis;
It's when the boot falls.
When we're not talking,
When silence is in every rhyme and verse,
I get to thinking,
I've finally outlived my purpose
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