head under water, and they tell me to breathe easy for a while. the breathing gets harder, even i know that. you made room for me, but it's too soon to see, if i'm happy in your hands. i'm unusually hard to hold on to. blank stares at blank pages. no easy way to say this. you mean well, but you make this hard on me. i'm not gonna write you a love song, 'cause you asked for it, 'cause you need one, you see. i'm not gonna write you a love song, 'cause you tell me it's, make or breaking this, if you're on your way, i'm not gonna write you to stay. if all you have is leaving, i'm gonna need a better reason to write you a love song today.
p/s: Boringggg
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