Look at me and the mess I've become
Delivered to you and wrapped in gore and pain
It seems like a feeling I can't displace
Cos when I fall down I look up to you again
I can't seem to work solely on my own
I'm scared if I don't get your love
I might slowly lose control
It's funny you always have the right words to say
Everytime I become filled with guilt and ache
It's hard to believe I'm such a lovely mess
Cos when I become that person I dread
You hide all the things that trigger the feeling
And with the right words you bring me back to life
I wish I could repay your kindness in many folds.
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