My breathe is searing the insides of my throat
Your crippled lines become my antidote
To thirsty needing of you repeating
Every word he ever said
Even though its lacking meaning
Im treading in shallow water
Falling faster though nothing less than harder
Loving self comes before loving another
But when the term is overused, stressed, and hit
His quick stumbling of practiced bed
Became the reason I have quit
To love yourself, god, lover, even mother
Has escaped my throat to turn into
Irony
To love a girl who doesn’t know love
Is to be paid without having a job
Is to run without connecting legs
Is turning left when your direction is right
Is leaving behind bright and clean
And clinging to her desperate heartbeat
Thump, thump, thump
And her meaning is to turn you into a lover
Not the one who was meant to love her
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