Personalies
I can't be burned away again,
fall to blackened ash, my friend.
The time for now returns again,
tomorrow never coming and
I cannot help but wonder why
I lose myself in other guys
when all I think about is you
and maybe you might want me too.
I fall again, too hard this time.
You’ll feed me softened, dressed up lines.
I'll fall for them, I always do,
wishing I believed in you.
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