THE MILLIONTH TIME
writing out little bits of chaos
alone in the dark minus the light
I sit here for the millionth time
I sit here like I always do
nothing heard is a sweet sound
you just keep playing lost & found
everything changes every damn day
I try so hard but can’t keep you away
you’re never here when I need you the most
someday a memory a ghost
I’m always here when you’re at your worst
that’s when I know I’m never first
there’ll be a time when you laugh me off
I’ll be the flame when you piss me off
it’ll be a lie when you pull me close
you can’t deny who you want the most
my mind betrays and I think of you
wounds I’ve sustained because of you
I must like the pain you put me through
cut up and scarred from your battle wounds
what’s love to you some strange attraction
crushing guys like me that’s your satisfaction
stabbed through my heart how do you do it
it’s such an art to you nothing to it
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