The worst part is that you know
The worst part is,
you can't find the strength in yourself to make a change
Or even worse,
you don't care about yourself enough to even try
You want the same thing we all do.
Love. Scars and all.
Unconditional
But even if she said all the right things, and showed up with your perfect life on your door step, it's too scary
Too scary to let the money just be money. The job, to just be a job
and the people who really could see past it all, in.
Once the bar is closed and the pills run low. When all you have is a receipt, a hangover, and someone lying next to you who doesn't even know your favorite song
Maybe you'll wish you didn't let everyone else define you
Don't let them be right about you
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