Don't You See?
I felt lost
I felt the loss
I was lost in the process of the loss
And I could never press down on my keyboard hard enough to get the message across
You had given up
You're giving up
You'll give up
Because
I had messed up
I'm messing up
I'll mess up
You said I knew I this would happen like I knew where the freckles on your spine align
Like I know the feeling I'll feel inside when our fingers interwine
And to not act surprised
Because we both knew white lies
Would slip from the mouth that belongs to me
Don't you see?
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