Tempted just to leave you just like how you'd been, to
Leave with nowhere to fall
Is working on it something I wanted?
Because I don't recall
Forget your sympathies
Excuse my candor
I only want to feel seen
You expect to be pleased but
Rid me of this lease
Where are your manners?
I only want to be
Loved without the strain of lack thereof
I had false premonitions every time I thought I missed him
I should never miss him at all
Is pretending to be honest something you wanted?
Don't pretend it's not your call
Forget your sympathies
Excuse my candor
I only want to feel seen
You expect to be pleased but
Rid me of this lease
Oh, rid me of my matter
I only want to be
Loved without the strain of lack thereof
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Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
