I hate controlling myself from a problem that don't even exists
Or even make myself worthy when you're the one who can't feel the same
I hate you blocked all of the truths behind those doors but still rolling around like a trippy smokers with that joker smile
Baby I was so close, to reach out to your hand and helped you escape from your trouble
But you cut the rope.
YOU ARE READING
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