At war with myself.
As if you could stay,
When I ruin your perception
Of me.
Left you with just a dream,
Of the person you hoped I was.
When I was indeed just another,
Like another lonely night.
Like being too scared to say,
What's really on our mind.
But I wouldn't mind if you do.
Would it be too much trouble
If you did.
Just an only lonely child,
That's taking their time to.
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