insecure and wretched
one day that wind is coming inside ...
needy and clingy
id rather jump off a precipice
than ask a soul for help
rejected
my speech has
withered away
i got the Christmas blues
no partner, no children,
no parents, no friends
n now that we've switched off the phone
the alarm bell rings
i could see right into your eyes
n its not appropriate
n i dont wanna
feel my feelins
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