The Difference
All my thoughts in you are waste
Everyday, every single way I try
Let the pain remain inside my heart
When will you even try?
Am I really a part of you life?
You hate the way I talk to you
You hate the way I am
When there’s a boundary between something
It means something, it really does
But the boundary we are in
Seems like it means something but
Ask yourself does it really?
I’ve tried and may be I’m trying
But you know it and I know it
It’s just madness and I’m still trying
But you aren’t even trying to try
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