Ten
I made it, finally through
What a week, so rough,
just one more, I suppose
Well, actually 2
Reality is hard,
Illusion keeps you alive
What a dream,
that's all it is
I like you, I really do
But you prefer everyone over me
I just kept insecure
Why would I like someone who keeps choosing everything but me?
Thing is, why would you even look at me
I'm sick and exhausted
and I don't know why I just keep thinking of you
And you know how i feel,
probably don't know how intense but yeah
i want it to be a secret,
keep it to myself,
could it be? can it be?
you don't want, and if you want, it makes you wrong
Just a ten, and I'll leave I'm sure
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