i guess it must be something like freeze frames
holding onto moments of perfection in the middle of the mess
i spend too much time wrapped up in you
i give too much of myself to something that is nothing and everything all at once
i take it all back, or at least i try
im so weak i dont even believe in my own attempts
nothing that comes out of me is fact anymore
its all twists and turns and fantasy and hope
its lost endings and false beginnings
its everything i ever wanted. nothing at all.
lets start this over.
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