Full of collision is my life,
Been a while since I took the knife.
Wonder who the fuck would make me their wife?
My mind, empty
My heart, sore.
One drop, two drop, solitude they fall
Too scared to let it out
Unsure of the time
Isn’t life grand?
Fun and alone
Friends here, chill there, your spot bare
Where you are,
Hell if I know.
No one special, not unique
Your arrival my life’s peak
Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I think
Who you are, I don't know
But damn….
DO
I
MISS
YOU
SO.
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