In my life my affections will never be matched,
more like I'm diseased, my lover will step back.
I would like to think, that I'm someone would worth it to meet,
but isn't it funny that I'm not that in the least.
I getting used to ample rejection, toy spider shut my mouth from ear to ear,
because nothing is perfect and all the while nothing is real.
I been making decisions, but results turn out so queer,
My stomach is empty and turning but I've convinced myself that's the way to feel.
Eager smile gone apathetic, limp wrist hanging please call the medic.
An overdose a note your not getting that would make things too clear.
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