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i can't keep doing this to myself.

describe an easy feeling,

it's easy to interpret

the jungle, where fury stalks it's prey.

so inviting of it,

the terms

i thought i wanted,

are so proportioned to decay,

...to my dismay.

it's all in personal tape,

covered by the joy,

of no longer empty,

i'm round, you're square

but still you fit.

i make the paper pretty

scribbled in words of my need,

but still you fail to receive

my informations meaning,

...and forward i could never be.

i talk myself in circles,

i bring you close, to push you

further from me,

everyday.

the shove so subtle and yet

my hearts not stone

or plastic,

but still i can't deny how fake

...it feels to be.

the room, where gloom has known me,

i locked the door, behind me,

the curtains drawn,

i want no sun,

to shine light on subjects

open heart surgery cannot fix,

...it's all routine.

just like the way that i bleed

i call your name, you turn

i run.

i doubt you'll ever catch me~