I fail everytime I try to cover up mistakes

On a normal day I am in T-shirt and vans,
And I feel so ghetto I smoke out of a metal can,
When you come over my face you start to scan,
You see the redness in my eyes,
I can see the hurt and the tears that you try and hide,
You say, “It’s Over.”,
And kick me to the curbside,
Wishing I could be the fairy in the palm of your hand,
I realize you’re the bigger man,
And all I said to you was pretend,
Because I wanted you so bad,
I looked up to you as if you were my own personal batman,
But once again,
I’m sorry for all my sins.





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