I drink coffee like water and I still never know what to say.
I still don't know how to get out of bed half the time.
It's not pretty, or endearing.
I whisper your secrets, I am still looking to be saved, sometimes I am so weak, Sometimes I am so strong. Here you go, I'll give you every-thing for one more chance.
My heart is ugly, but it could be all yours
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