If it was as easy as pointing fingers and saying that was the problem or that was the problem

Always picking something not someone,

Thus picking me,

You see?

The eyes feel like nothing but tears have been cried, dried, even when they did and didn’t

Someone else could fly, I’m sure if they tried, they would do far better than I did

In the wake of my own fault, they could fly.

This feels like the slow beat down.

It feels like laughter at my expense.

Someone else could get it right,

Someone else would be what he wanted to see

No no one like you, and never ever something like me,

So someone completely different, and I will sing nothing.

I wish it was like it, without the sting that comes,

The thorn twisting in my heart.

Staring at it in the ashes and thinking without it,

At least it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Turning it off, for a while

Or forever

Because forever never comes.

So even though the love never changes, it’s a candle whose wax has melted out, didn’t even say goodbye.

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