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We chose for ourselves what we think we deserve - Perks Of Being a Wallflower |
| When your gut is hollow Your stomach empty Lying awake On a bed of shattered glass that once your solar powered confidence By night time your confidence is drained You take every precaution to not let your razor sharp critique, cut your skin like it cuts your mind Your tired and want to sleep but Sleep won't come till you have piece of mind that you were.. Perfect. Your peace will never find you, you'll never be perfect There will always be something to critique Always something gnawing at you Something that shouldn't have been done Something that should've been said.. Sleep, won't ever come. |