no one except you was able to see past my front
letting so little a glimpse into my santum
yet that too was too painful for me to hold on to
and again, I made me shrink back in despair

I fear most, not what I regret then
but that the viciousness with not cease
in the end, I'm left to burn
and in the end I'll be the one that hurts


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maybe hurting is for the best. I rather I hurt that anyone else
and as I lurched in this soup of melodrama
I can't help but think that I have been forgotten.


I think of you and I feel the sunshine pour in
and it doesn't matter if the teacups are mismatched or the coffee is bitter
I love the way I can't help but want to spend time with you
and It my hope that I can find that in someone soon.

more than I hate being alone
I don't want to be with someone for lonesome's sake
I hate waiting on people
I hate being left in the lurch
waiting, hoping, that plans are going to be made