Oh, how he wants to be held.
He hasn't for years.
The only feeling he gets,
Is when he's buzzed off the beers.
He tries and try's, but he can't shed a tear.
He's getting, more numb, every year.
But, that's how it is.
An old soul surrounded by immaturity.
He wants love, someone to lay with for eternity.
But, they always, end up hurting me.
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