confusion
i thought i liked this
being alone
liking a different one
but because of my confusing self
i'm not allowed to
taste your lips
i'm not allowed to
hold you for what
feels like forever
but i can still touch you
and smell you
yuo're safe
and you're trustworthy
but i don't know what i want
becayse all i feel is confusion
about you
and about this girl
sitting infront of me right now
holding me hostage
with nothing to give
i don't even know her name
i don't even know my head
i don't know what i want
or even need
maybe just some water
will you get me some?
wake me up?
let me come home
and dont get mad
if one day, i'm gone
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