It's like being addicted.
To love her, I mean.
Just like TV depicted,
With stories on screen.
You realize there's a problem.
(Though she did, and not me).
You find a way to solve them.
But this addiction, this need...
It won't let you solve a thing.
It won't let you escape this.
You just can't lose that which clings.
And you start to get kinda pissed.
You don't need the drug.
I don't need the girl.
Ignore her memory which tugs,
And with the drugs, just don't hurl.
And yet...
She comes back to your thoughts.
Again, and again, and again.
Your mind is stuck in these knots.
And you worry you're insane.
And it hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
And you beg.
And I beg.
Please. Please, leave.
Please. Get out of my head.
Get out of my head.
Get out of my head.
Please.
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secrets.
PoesieI 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...
