by biamare
I feel like I've reached a new low
Wishing for things I can't have
Thinking and rethinking of things I know I shouldn't
I try to keep my mind busy throughout the day
But when the night falls the thoughts that come are always the same
And with the delirium, I let my mind drift, in pleasure
When I come back to myself reality hits hard, and I'm left sitting there, longing
I'm sick of feeling weak but I can't resist the constant provocation of those words
So I give in, and in my head I repeat the words said that time
Day and night, Thinking of you
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