Yea, I could change myself
morph into some the type of person you want
throw a new facade on
become the precious stone you want
and sure, I can be the asshole
the jerk
the substitute for someone you'd want
to satisfy what I feel I want or need
and I'm not done,
still raw in the middle from the last time I got burned
I hope you don't think of me as a game
I know I'm fun
and can keep you entertained
but I think I deserve more the that
I'll hold you tight
keep you warm
wish you well
and whisper into your ear everything you think need to hear
you'll use me like degradable paper
Put me in places no one deserves
preparing for something you want
what you really deserve
when your done
all clean a prepared
I'm tossed aside
ready to be recycled
and used again
and what's most sick abotu this
is me, it was never you
I want to be used
I want to be tortured
I know you don't want me
it would never work
but I still fight
and I'm confused
Used and negleted
I want this to work
show my progress
but I can't
over thinking never works
perhaps I should have quit while I was ahead
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tbh, I'm not quite feeling it, either. I mean, you could say the same things in Dear Listener, just title them differently, because as cool as the "ColorMe ..." thing is, it's not totally gellin' with your writing.
But the writing is still amazing :) honestly, and I don't mean to sound creeper about this, but you make me want to fly to florida and give you the biggest hug I've ever given anyone and tell you that everything will be good and that there are people who won't use you or treat you bad...but I know that I'd wish I could prove it to you, or that I truly knew it myself. You seem like such a total sweetheart, I'm sad that I've never actually met you :(
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