| He’s utterly sarcastic- aesthetically confused
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| He tells me I’m bombastic I want to be his muse
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| An ordinary person who peeked into his void
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| Would only wake up bitter and deeply paranoid
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| He’s unenthusiastic. |
| Emotionally abused
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| He’s thinks that it’s fantastic- I’d walk ten miles in his shoes
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| As I watch him disappearing. |
| I know that it’s not right
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| I love him completely — At least for tonight
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| Do do do…
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| There’s a lack of understanding a mutual malaise
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| He thinks I’m reprimanding with my uncertain gaze
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| Though -I can’t conceal my feelings… Like he can’t purge his
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| Pain
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| Cause once he sees a mirror… logic goes down the drain
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| He’s unenthusiastic. |
| Emotionally abused
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| He’s thinks that it’s fantastic I’d walk ten miles in his shoes
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| As I watch him disappearing. |
| I know that it’s not right
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| I love him completely — At least for tonight
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| There’s a roughness to our romance- A sadness to his step
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| And though he won’t admit it… I know he’s often wept
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| Perhaps it’s just frustration, at stars he’ll never reach
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| Reflecting his self image… Bleeding poetry in the sheets
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| He’s unenthusiastic. |
| Emotionally abused
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| If I wrap him up in plastic, I’ll save the part he’ll never use
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| I watch him disappearing. |
| I try to hold on tight
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| Can’t love him completely — At least not tonight |