I'm not very good with words
At least not the ones that come out of my mouth
When you're around me
But I have a talent for writing down
My thoughts and my frames of what surrounds me

It doesn't matter now what you give
I'll never be satisfied
It kills me not to let you in,
but I have no explanation why
I want more

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The saddest most truthful eyes, and still I seem to
Put all the blame, blaming it on you
The world's most devious lie and still I seem to
Put all my trust, blaming it on you

I want more