| I try to sing a song for you
but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out
it's dry and raw, an empty, dusty Sahara desert
lacking inspiration, motivation
My lips stick together and my tongue feels heavy
glued fast to the top of my mouth
In riddles, I speak of feelings.
Because honesty is boring and lacking conviction
Not to mention, its pretty pathetic to boot.
And in my insecurity and emptiness, I'll melt into something else
metamorphasize into a creature that doesn't care
A hollow, wild beast
Tearing apart homes because they can no longer keep families together
Or protect the love it's supposed to harbor
My mouth is dry.
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| As of late,
happy couples have been making me angry.
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| I'm honestly not happy with myself. At all.
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I'm not even half the person that I really want to be.
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| He told me to 'wait' and that in the end, it'll all be worth it.
I'm waiting, but half of me doesn't want to find anyone new.
How stupid of me.
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