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What Was Isn't

What Was Isn't

See me, read me, please me. Let me know that you don't ever want to let go. Dreams that are caught and fights never fought. I see you in little things, in a song I remembered while I was high. I wish I knew who you are. I wish you wanted to know who I am. You are a wall built by years of mistrust and hurt. Vibes might kill and never die. You looked into my eyes and for a moment there you had me. Like blood being drained from a corpse, I had the feeling of euphoria. Maybe what was real wasn't and what was isn't. My thoughts are nothing but faded writing on the wall. Why can't I answer when you call? I'm confused about why the sun doesn't love the moon. I say your name and it hits like lightening. No matter the milligrams of pills, I overdosed on you. I was shot down quicker than a leaf being crushed on a autumn's day. Why must you play like a kitten with yarn? Why do you make my choices so hard? I walked this path before, heart set on another, and it left me destroyed and empty. I lost it all over a boy's shot call. I can't change what you think of me, for in the end, a future with you, I could never see.

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