Why do you trust me?
Don't trust me.
Why do you love me?
Don't love me!
Anything I touch, I break.
Anyone who loves will hate:
Me.
Because I failed them.
Because I left them.
Because I couldn't love them.
I've surrounded my heart
with thorns, such sharp rose thorns,
and walls,
such thick walls.
Call. Call me on the phone.
Talk. Talk when you feel alone.
I will listen.
Always listen.
And hope.
Hope that you are the last,
that the past is past.
The last three months.
Oh darling, my man.
The last three months,
They fell like ocean sand
Through my clinging fingertips.
That's my limit, my limit!
Expect no more from this person.
From me.
I am not worth.
I am. Not.
Worth your love.
Worth love.
Go!
Forget me!
Forget what I said
As I lay in bed,
In my drowsy half awakenness.
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