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Somewhat Disconnected

I’ll forget more then you’ll ever remember,
Not sure of the day but I’m sure it’s December,
What’s the time? I dread to think,
I’m sure it’s there but we’re missing the link.
Somewhat disconnected,
My feelings itch and I’m infected.

Condone my bad behavior,
Pretend I need a savior,
Breaking through the walls,
Just like I recall.
I don’t ever want you,
You’ll never need you.

I can mold your heart just like clay,
And I’ll forget the words that we forgot to say,
That damn thing’s beating again,
I can’t stop eating again,
This food won’t stop talking to me,
This mood still bothers me.

The shadows came to taunt me
My house begins to haunt me.
Things took a numbing turn,
Now I’m drunk and I don’t learn.
Pick at dirty skin,
You’re advice just doesn't set in.

She said I don’t contribute,
She’s just pissed that I distribute,
It’s in her veins again,
I’ll call her names again.
Somewhat disconnected,
My feelings itch and I’m infected.
Written by QuietPoet (Amy Bride)
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