but keep quiet in fear of sounding redundant
years of series of poor choices, passed off as indecision
you are in a mansion on a hill
and I am in the slums, right where I put myself
you think of me in your isolation
I miss you with these friends per comparison
I set measurements, and rules
as you set standards and precedence
none of it matters once I've convinced myself unworthy of your presence
the self destruction
you left me with nothin
making me see again what I truly always was
"a song about a girl ain't really about a girl"
I see you having such an arduous time attempting to connect
we always did have such opposing struggles
I crawl out of that hole, from rock bottom, stronger, but hesitant and scared
finally able to peer up top, and you are standing right there
you request to see me in the flesh but I've been painfully conscious and pitifully ashamed of this skin
you think perhaps this humiliation and self loathing is a thing you could grasp
but I know that you can't
seems like you'd like to witness my darkness
such starkness, you do not possess the scope
save your breadth
a pathetic empathetic lover
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