i talk out loud
into empty rooms
that echo
my misguided intentions
return to sender
your response is
non existent
so i write cause no one listens…
i’ve got a flaw
yeah
no one is perfect
so you say
so i hear
so i’ve been told
we’ve all got problems
not that i strive for it
that’s apparent
but it would be nice
to be perfect
now your thinking
whats with
all this whining
i’ve got hangups too
we all do
in that sense
you’re nothing special
flawed and hung up
on nothing
you can mention
whats a lover
whats a friend
these
faded definitions
of what I am
no relation to
any of them
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