What could you possibly see in me? Is it my soul hung out to dry?
I think my dysfunctional family has shaped it thoughout my life

What could you possibly like in me? Do you like my ability to bend?
I think my fear of intimacy has shaped the time we spend

No it’s not you it’s me. And it’s not us it’s them
(Sure it’s not her. It’s the way she moves you. But she kisses harder then me)

I always looked in through your glasses but all I could see is the specter of me reflected;the empty shell of me.

What could you possibly love in me? Is it the way I wear my smile, it hangs from the tip of my tongue you see. Oh this might take awhile…

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It must have been strange; living in blue and see me shut down as though. It was an easy thing to do. But you could tell where I had been,by the way I held my gun. Trying to write anything  while being mocked by an off beat drum. But I was not honest. I was not healthy. I was not honest, honest.

I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. And I can tell where you had been from the marks around your wrists. The red water washed around your sins but are you as pure as this? No, you are not honest.
You are not healthy.

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Tell me, am I your baby? You misunderstood me
just want a piece of your ass, yeah

Impress me. After all, I’m a lady and dude, if you bore me, I send you back to your wife

Romance, I don’t want no romance.

You can grab me with your hands and  leave when I’m done (Honey, you can keep all your money. I want you to owe me. It’s just a game that I play. You’re just a boytoy baby.)

The lack of self-esteem has grown on me,
I’m not as strong I appear to be, it’s been a long time coming.

I wake up sleep-deprived after every dream.

My flesh makes little sense compared to yours. I wish my restlessness would open doors