its hurts
like a knife through flesh
drops of blood
run down, staining
my feelings for you
so strong
confused
alone
i want you
i want him
my way, no way
opposite way on the highway?
i love you.
i love you.
i love you.
running away
not from what i fear
what i love, blurred lines
fragile lies
good times
bad lines
quality
quantity
quirks
and irks
closed eyes
simple minds
we share one thing
heart
waking up next to you
life is different
we beat the odds
hot summer heat
skin is sticky
friction between us
much like the bed sheets
if you hold my hand
i will hold yours
let us not be afriad
its hurts
like a knife through flesh
drops of blood
run down, staining
my feelings for you
so strong
confused
alone
i want you
i want him
my way, no way
opposite way on the highway?
i love you.
i love you.
i love you.
running away
not from what i fear
what i love, blurred lines
fragile lies
good times
bad lines
quality
quantity
quirks
and irks
closed eyes
simple minds
we share one thing
heart
waking up next to you
life is different
we beat the odds
hot summer heat
skin is sticky
friction between us
much like the bed sheets
if you hold my hand
i will hold yours
let us not be afriad
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Is the start of a new era, one in which I plan to take the bull by the horns, and fight my own battles. I am tired of being the one left behind, the one hurt, and the one preyed upon. Today I start my own journey, and it will be one for the books.