The Beginning Of Our End

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why can't I be as perfect as you make me seem

so perfect so god like

like the moons gleam

why cant I just be the best god damn thing

I’ve lost my touch

got no sense, no feelings

get out the car, hand on the clutch

I’m heading to the middle of nowhere

a barren place

the place with dust in the air

struggling to keep still

teeth are chattering yeah my legs are shaking

my fingers are struggling to keep still

my heart is aching

silence fell

no I can tell  

you're not fair

so much love

and not a single care

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