I will always be alone
in my thoughts
in a crowded theater
knowing everyone will be confused or wounded in my words
and you could tell me you love me
but who would I be to ever say I felt it
I will always be lost
in your words
in my mind rehearsed
knowing that I'd always hurt you
and you could tell me you loved me
but I never feel deserving
I could do all the things in this world that you could ever need me to
I could drive for miles
and I could make you anything
but maybe that just means,
that some how I can think of all the ways to make you love me
but it doesn't mean you ever will
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