• 1,093 views Jul 19, 2006

    You believe you are real.
    I think you just steal.
    Ruining my patience
    and my time has run out.
    I’m ending this now
    by walking out on you.
    Blessed art thou with your perfectionistic blues.
    You torture me with your eyes
    both telling me to stay and run away.
    I won’t look at you anymore
    ’cause I only feel ruin.

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