To be with him
White sheets, messy room, messy mind, messy life.
A little bit of pain, it lingers.
say that I'm fine, convince myself to lie.
In my mind he's a way to survive.
and at night when I dive
into a pool filled with emptiness
I feel it in my spine, in the mornings
and when i open my eyes. i wanna close them again
because all i want is to be with him.
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