bad love
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thoughts are racing
chasing the ideas of splendor away
not because it's undesired
but because it won't remain
it won't stay contained
exposed like a pose of darkness
a silhouette in the distance
I wish I could be your provider
I wish I could be your shooting star
I wish I could be your lone survivor
And be with you near or far
You don't even notice that i cry.
You don't even try.
You are so oblivious to my fears.
Could care less about my tears.
You will probably never even know.
Because it is something i will never even show.
