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Feel Something


Tell me what you want, just use your words.
Clever words and phrases lie buried beneath your silence, so let’s waste them on each other.
Show what’s hidden behind your defense.
Take what you want to take from the lines we make.
Take me with you.
Take me with you before I start to miss you.
Breaths apart with our beating hearts a sync is the only way I can live.

Take what you want of me, but don’t take me for a fool.
Sometimes I wish you would leave me.
Its so easy to give into the quitter in you and the bitter in me.
Shut your beautiful mouth around mine because I’m trying to think about what I say instead of saying what I think.
How did we get here?
Will you come with me to the future, there’s room for two?

There’s no question about it.
There was passion, there was laughter and then there was the morning after.
If you could care more would you dare to try?
You can find your way into me so easily, its like I was made for you.
Will you hide in me and stay for a while?
I hold you up above everyone else because I see what I want and its you.
There’s nothing left.

Its not always what we want, but how we want.
You say, be a man, look it up and think it over.
I’d take a beating for you, but not from you.
The only thing I’m guilty of, is building my dreams around you and yours and then wasting them on another.
My potential outweighs your expectations and it’s not healthy anymore.
I’m not sick of you yet, but the heart wears thin with time, I guess we weren’t impervious.
After all that’s said and done its our capacity for each other that has torn at the seams, with our hearts beating in delayed syncopation.
Is this the color of our love?

This is the love, the hurt, and the end of us as we knew it.
I don’t want to take that chance, so I cross my heart and hope to die.
When you love me I feel like someone else.
You’re still the best, more or less.
Don’t say another word, I don’t want to know otherwise.
It hurts to say it.
Here’s to a sorry you and a sorry me when the smoke clears.
There’s nothing left, roll the credits.

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