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Stop Chasing

Stop Chasing

I travel the streets, these people I see. 
Everyone now is staring at me.
It's all in my head, I've been here before. 
The shadows are sounds, I look around. 
It's me again on top of his bed. 

I know that this is all for fun.
Attachment is there but commitment there is none. 
A soul to connect with, get lost in out thoughts. 
too many demons, both of us fraught. 

Closing my eyes at night, I hate to admit that it's yours that I see. 
Why, through this safety, there is a mixture of pain and the 
Shame that comes after has me feeling detached from reality? 

Bruises inside, hurt more than those scars. 
Stopping my chasing, thinking I'm going places. 
Thanks and goodbye, we know how this flows. 
I'm here if you need me, not sure about you. 

I'm cautious, I'm easy. 
Maybe someday it'll be different. 
Days like today, I wish that I wasn't different. 

At the end of the night, always the same. 
Casted aside, no more kisses goodbye. 
Now everytime, I look at the sky,
You feel so far away yet inside of my head. 

And yes, glory glory, you've done it again. 
But, don't you forget that I'm just the same. 
Fuck you very much,
Thanks for making me stronger. 
 

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