You make me feel
Like you’re the only one,
You make me feel,
Empty.
And when we’re fucked in the head,
With those blood shot eyes,
I feel you kiss me
With no love.
You make me feel
Like you’re the beautiful one,
You make me feel,
Alone.
And when we’re waiting for the bus,
With a conversation so dull,
I feel you look at me
With no lust.
You make me feel
Like you’re the lonely one,
You make me feel,
Helpless.
And when we’re doing shots,
With burning warmth,
I feel you touch me
With no comfort.
You make me feel
Like you’re the fucked up one,
You make me feel,
Happy.
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