I'm tired of fighting.
Fighting this, fighting you.
I can't sit around
waiting
to see your smile
because mine would eventually disappear.
I hope you enjoy this unhappiness because you carry it in your pocket, easy to access
when strangers aren't around to see.
Fighting this, fighting you.
I can't sit around
waiting
to see your smile
because mine would eventually disappear.
I hope you enjoy this unhappiness because you carry it in your pocket, easy to access
when strangers aren't around to see.
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