i
hear the screams all in-between the pages of my mind
they’re all i hear both far and near completely intertwined
within
the layers of my soul i know does not exist
i
want to see things clearly now but all i see are mists
obscuring
truths deep in my youth where love was ill-defined
a
cancer that will never grow eternally benign
and
now i feel no one could love the who and what i am
unless
i please and turn the keys to be the kind of man
that
you could love and want around a most exhausting thing
cause
every person’s own idea is what i try to bring
and
dance with this dichotomy of being who i am
a
wounded soul who wants control to be within your hands
where
i’m informed how to perform to be acceptable
when
all i really ever am is just susceptible
to
any thought i might be loved that i just roll the dice
for
all i want is to be loved and will pay any price
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