Sticking around gets harder to do
when the man in glue is not stuck to you.
Falling in love but its all in reverse
what felt like a connection now feels like a curse.
I close my eyes and want to feel safe
All to open them quickly in truthful scarce the thoughts of you might then be erased
I know you think of me as if you won the race,
by time I feel stuck to you, I'm not the prize that put you in first place.
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Author:
Trinity Franklin (Pseudonym) (
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