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syd

syd

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I don’t want to be part of her problem
Looks that’s way to me
Looks that simple

There I am in the mirror’s dawn
I don’t like what I see
Don’t’ know how it’s become such a problem
Keep her up all night trying to explain it

How can she ask why I feel so angry?
When I never explain it

I am disappointed every morning waking up next to her
But still
The pills will not let us go
And she won’t let me drug myself alone
I know she’s still my love
I know it’s just the day
She’s sticking her hands inside my pockets
Just to be warm

I wake up tattered
My strength is failing me
So I flip on sad music and look for miserable ailing people like me

Call my girl and let her know that she is so unwelcome
Tell her I can’t help everything I want to say
And I hoped we didn’t have to go about it this way
But I’m so uptight
And I can’t love you like you need to be loved
Can’t pull on her hand and just make it that way

Hundreds of hours she screams like a baby
She shouts
Bawls
Tells me she’s staying
I look her in the eye and tell her to go with her broken heart in toe.
 
"A sigh is an exhalation of air, through stress, boredom, relief, tiredness, longing, contentment, exasperation or disappointment."

It's been a while...I just hope it's not the latter.
 
No no, never disappointed.
My sigh, was..... ***sigh*** .... from a long time ago...
And re-reading this, just makes me do a search and re-read all your words.
I remember first discovering you. And then one day, you were gone.
But you still linger in my mind, because I was always able to relate.
Sometimes I feel like you're the male verson of me, and sometimes I feel like that hopeless girl, who hasn't a clue on the opposing end.
Either way, there's something about the realism in your words that fills the realistic void that troubles me daily.
 
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