—
notice nothing but your fingertips
drumming on the window
everything's fading
you're getting tired of me.
you want me to wake up
you want me gone
why is what i want not what you are?
this mind created you, did it not?
are you not what i need?
why do you want me gone?
am i trying to tell myself something i don't want to hear?
nothing but your fingertips
drumming on the window
do you want out,
or do i?
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it's really got me thinking what i'm doing anymore. why do we need to think
so stupid and this don't rhyme but i let my mind do the talking, as you would assume it should
