good bey
I'll miss the warmth of your eyes
I know you were only interested
in how mine reflected you at yourself
I'm sad I know this
I want love
you stupid creature
love
tomorrow I'll let the phone die
even if you want back
there will be silence
a space to think in
to hear the rotten of your thought
love me half as much as you love the sound of your own name
is that too much
be interested in me as I have been in you
is that a burden
blind me with your attention
no one else will
no one else will
there now
it's been said.
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