Undefined

If I could, I would keep this feeling in a plastic jar

Right under my feet there's air made of bricks, it pulls me down and makes me weak for you

My heart and mind is filled with bittersweet thoughts. I leave, I come back to nothing changed. I give the benefit of the doubt, praying every night that something would change. It never does. Old habits can die, but it’s hard, and I get that. Am I just a back up tool? I refuse to believe that. Only that I don’t ever allow myself to be in that position. I beat myself up, over mistakes that I don’t even make. I miss memories, I shouldn’t even start to think about. I do things, I shouldn’t even do. I look for the good in EVERYTHING that weighs me down. I blame you, when I know I shouldn’t. I know better. You know better. I needed maturity, and I got… this. I don’t have anything to lose. I’m giving 100% me, not living under someone’s name. Can’t be doing this bitterness thing anymore, it’s just not me. I WAIT. For what? For a billion things I didn’t even know existed. I wait for the truth. You were right there, you didn’t take it. A billion opportunities that has passed by; that resembles my life. A billion opportunities for me to walk away and it has passed me by. Confused? Sure. I don’t like walking away knowing that I left something unfinished. I’m only in love with your idea.

I’m at a blank. Late nights. Internally, I fight. Fight within. A burning desire, please listen. Do I even exist? Misunderstood; I truly resist. Nevermind, I can’t even write.

I can't make a sound to somehow capture your attention, I'm staring at perfection; Take a look at me so you can see how beautiful you are

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