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"I Don't Do Open"
"I Don't Do Open"
I don't do open...
I know not the reasons why.
perhaps, I've been tickled the wrong way?
Someone dirtied my white flying carpet,
Ruining the way sunlight could take a break.
Too many nerves, and caffine, and insects that pester
It is,.. Its maybe...
There is always maybe.
It is the lighter side of never
I'm nearly blind...
as I see what I choose and only you are playing
Inside a brilliantly bright world.
Our world, the one that piece by piece we built
Only there are faults I see now, hidden from my love struck eyes then
I see myself as I do not fit...
Self inflicted, unsaveable introvert.
foolish, bought into tv romance, hopless doormat of a man
so ready to clean the bottom of those shoes,
so able to ignore the blatant darts thrown into my face
the barbs you used to tear apart the esteem I saved
Is this evidence that I am special?
Or, just not as special as I should've been, could've been, never was
In a way I am unable to celebrate?
But at the same instand content and only a little bitter
I don't do open...
Only hoping, hardly brave.
I don't do open,..
This world doesn't do me.
I don't fit, so open doesn't work
I am small, genuine, scared and timid.
I don't do open, I don't... I can't ok.
