i am barely breathing, and i can't find the air
don't know who i'm kidding, imagining you care
sick of sounding like a lame romance novel
sick of thinking it should be one way when i know it doesn't matter
sick of always wanting to talk about it
sick of always thinking about what might or might not happen
i want to go with it
i want it to not be something secret
i want to have some sort of confidence about it
everything is so uncertain.
***
you better let somebody love you
before its too late
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