You speak to me in bursts of unearned confidence
And lately it's becoming too often of an occurrence
Do I wanna see the man that you could be?
Do I wanna believe that miracle existed in our reality?
No, because if it did it's way gone
No, because if I did, I wouldn't be stuck on someone for so long
And I just wanted to wish on shooting stars
And beg the gods, give me one good shot
But I down myself in anything and everything to forget about your so-called love
You preach to me in bursts, like an avalanche
And lately, it's too much and I can't find strength in me to find another olive branch
Do I wanna see the man that you could be?
Do I wanna believe that you even existed in my memory?
No, because if you did it's way gone
No, because if I did, I wouldn't be stuck on someone for so long
And I just wanted to wish on shooting stars
And beg the gods, give me one good shot
But I down myself in anything and everything to forget about your so-called love
No, forever is too long to hold on
No, because if I did, I'd have to chase you after another hundred million wrongs
And I just wanted to wish on shooting stars
And beg the gods, give me one good shot
But I down myself in anything and everything to forget about you and your so-called love
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Songs I Write | VI
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 18 years old, England.
