Friday, March 28, 2014

Steam

What if there's more wrong with me than can be fixed?
What if no one ever thinks I'm worth it?
What if there's more wrong with me than can be fixed?

I sense every fragment of discontent.
I feel every moment of hesitance.
I can feel every bit of your dissonance.

I hate feeling old me coming back to the surface.
Just when I thought I'd beat all my demons.
I can't handle anything less than perfect.

I feel everything that's wrong beneath the surface.
I hate feeling old me coming back to the surface.


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