You always tell me how it'll really end
Your end result never does change
But it's not sowing my head back in place
I'm so tired from what I constantly defend
Can I find somewhere to hide again?
Or another to base happiness from?
You make me so guilty
So fucking guilty
All because I want it to end
Is this what I get for being so selfless?
I'm blind to my narcissism
But with the gold pins put in my eyes
I don't see how it's selfish
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- Author: The 2 A.M Writer ( Offline)
- Published: July 25th, 2017 12:07
- Category: Unclassified
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