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Am I legitimate? Am I all of what they say? Are these chizzled bones that shape my form just decorations to a disaster waiting to happen? Am I worth it?
Am I just a compulsive over-reactor with semi-practical ways? Or am I just exhausted?
I mean, it is late and I am yawning. Maybe I should get some rest. Maybe that would be what's best. But, I gotta know, am I whatever you need? Are you sure? I can't fight these doubts. The degree to which I believe, you won't believe what I see when I look in he mirror. It's not me, oh, I'm just not me.
I don't know. I wish that I had something more to say. I can paint a vivid picture with these words that sound like scriptures and I script all of my speeches to different relinquished extents. I need hope, I need sanity, I should not feel this good. I should hate who I've become and I do, but I've never loved myself more than now.
'cause this non-confrontational warfare is painful, I should not be able to speak.
But it is late and I am yawning. Maybe I should get some rest. Maybe that would be what's best. But, I gotta know, am I whatever you need? Are you sure? I can't fight these doubts. The degree to which I believe, you won't believe what I see when I look in he mirror. It's not me, oh, I'm just not me.
'cause these September winds are ferocious and these eyes that I see with are blind and this tongue that has slick and these lips that can't kiss make the mouth of the damned man I am. But I'm picking up your scent through the breezes. My senses, my senses, please don't fail me now.
But it is late and I am yawning. Maybe I should get some rest. Maybe that would be what's best. But, I gotta know, am I whatever you need? Are you sure? I can't fight these doubts. The degree to which I believe, you won't believe what I see when I look in he mirror. It's not me, oh, I'm just not me.
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