Selfish

The 2 A.M Writer

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 Offline)
  • Published: July 25th, 2017 12:07
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 24


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