"What would you do without me?"
I would crash and burn.
Without you, I would get lost in the desert. I would be afraid of boys and girls and people. I wouldn't know what friendship was. I would've probably killed myself by now.
Without you, I would crash and burn.
And look at me now. Alone. And I'm yet to crash. And I haven't burned.
Sure, I'm scarred and scared and broken and beaten and I look like I've been through hell.
But I'm yet to crash and burn, like we always said we would.
Does that mean so much more that was said, so much more of us was wrong? What else was a lie?
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PoetryI am not happy. I don't know if I've ever been, or if I ever will be. Plenty of shit has happened to me, but plenty of shit has happened to everyone so I shouldn't feel special. I just wish I didn't have a normal person's life. I wish I didn't have...
