There's a man who calls me faithful
Oh little does he know
There's a man who said I look like I have it all figured out
What could've made him say such a thing
There's a woman who says I'm already stable
I listen, but I'm wasted
"Beautiful Girl" is how they refer to me when they greet me and walk away
How do they see this?
What I want is your tounge in my mouth to keep certain words from coming out
This man
This woman
These people
They somehow know where I am
I somehow have them wanting me
But what about the people I can't convince?
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Author:
Rayne (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 8th, 2018 23:27
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Comments2
I feel we are not here to heal the healthy
Exactly
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