. i drink coffee like water
. and still never know what to say
. i still don't even know how to get out of
. bed half the time it's not pretty nor endearing
. i whisper your scerets, i am still looking to be saved
. sometimes i am too weak, sometimes i am too strong,
. here you go; i'll give you everything for one last time, last chance
. my heart is ugly, but it could be yours
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