Man I loved being abused And I think you did too Kinda wish it wasn't over Please come back my four leaf clover Maybe it's no self respect My problem is that I easily forget You and I are the same in that And I think you also want to come back I think the abuse was love A traumatized version from above Neither of us could admit it So we kinda had to split it As Kanye says run away There's nothing left for us to say Except that u can always come back But remember we'll both be under attack
Some days I decipher myself.
Some days I don't know who I am.
Some days I'm selfish.
Some days I'm caring.
Everyday I don't know what's happening or who I am.
Everyday It's up to me to decide what I should be, or how I should act, and everyday I go through the same thoughts over and over again.
Everyday I look in the mirror and notice blemishes.
Some days I look in the mirror and see the same thing I saw before, but it is different when I look at it, and some days I touch my face and feel scales.
Everyday I fear pain.
Some days pain is happiness, and some days pain is suffering.
Some days pain is boredom, some days pain is stress.
Everyday is a marathon run from pain, and some days that pain is harder to notice.
Some days I'm crazy.
Some days I'm happy.
Some days I'm depressed.
Some days I'm determined.
Everyday I make myself do things I don't want to do so I can enjoy the things I do want to do, and many days I don't know how to enjoy the things I want to do.
Everyday people act the same way.
Everyday I act the same way.
Everyday the sun rises and the sun sets.
And some days I watch it, and some days I don't.
Some days I don't want it to rise, and some days I'm eager for it to.
One day I'll know what this means,
And everyday, I won't.
Some days I'll fight death,
One day, I will lose.
Some days I will get mad at nothing special, and will attempt to justify it,
Because some days, I just want the world to be over, and I just want to win.
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