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Sometimes I think I cant write a happy song

I keep all my focus on everything that’s going wrong

But don’t think that means I don’t love you dear

I’ve got nothing to complain about, so I just don’t write it here

 

We spend our time racing kites against the skies

We run around in circles, laugh until it makes us cry, and

You turn the gears of this well-oiled machine

And I sing my pretty songs and play these brand new strings

 

There’ll be times when you keep me up at night

Wondering what comes of this, and if we’ll turn out alright

But then you pull me under, with the sheets over our heads

And you kiss me like you know we’re right, like we should never leave this bed

 

We spend our time racing kites against the skies

We run around in circles, laugh until it makes us cry, and

You turn the gears of this well-oiled machine

And I sing my pretty songs and play these brand new strings

 

Steel Strings

The nostalgia is too much

How when it comes, it comes, and hits me with a rush

I try to save the dreams you've crushed

and you give me every reason to call your bluff

So I'll wrap myself in something warm

To calm this chill, and arm my alarm

Next time I'll be prepared for when you show

Instead of crying like a child who can't be left alone

And I'll let your poetry flow through my veins

before packing it in storage where it forever will remain

I still feel passion, but I still have my pride

and here is where my broken feelings reside

Every note tapped on steel strings of that guitar

are a reminder in the end, that I haven't come that far

So please get out of my head

If just for the same reasons I got out of your bed

I don't have room enough to share

with all the other lovers vying for your stare

Why do we cling to the things that tear us down?

Like our pain's a sense of comfort we just can't live without

I still feel passion, but I still have my pride

and here is where my broken feelings reside

Every note tapped on steel strings of that guitar

are a reminder in the end, that I haven't come that far

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sometimes, i think if I can make everyone else more aware,

then one day, I just won't care,

and all of these memories will be replaced

with more important reasons to stay in this race

then the ones I have now.

Because while it's gotten better, 

it's still not who I am somehow.

And the fact that he's never seen my face

before I cried

makes me feel pathetic, 

because he'll only see how hard I've tried

to keep the face

the one that I had to put on in the old one's place

the one that's just a waste. 

I wish he could see me in my old space. with my old face.