Thoughts that trouble me and they'd rather not be said
I am uncomfortable with my worries I avoid my own bed
And in moments like this I feel I'm hanging by a thread
Whatever you're suspecting about this chain of thought is true
It may not be clear but certainly you and I are about to be through
Thoughts of unrestricted caution flood my volatile emotions
If I could change anything I would but that's no easy notion
Call me a coward, call me selfish, tell me I'm not man enough
Coz I deserve it, yes I'm self centered, but nothing is never enough... For me!
So this is my sorry I'm not sorry, an apology I need to make
I have never been the perfect lover, I'm a messed up shitty liar
Sometimes I prefer to be hated, loathed and despised
Because then I will feel real, then I will know where I belong.. My heart died.
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