better off on my own.
contemplation frustration,
my look how we've grown.
motivation deflation,
so far from our home,
but we're better off on our own.
i'd rather drift this world, alone.
im not alone,
but i'm lonely.
i hate feeling like this.
like nothing else in the world,
will make up for what you dont have.
i'm like the world's oldest toddler.
just once in my life i'd like to feel,
the feeling of being obsessed with,
and all of the things that come along,
from writing your best friend a love song.
but as good as it gets,
i'm still half a man,
and nothing quite levels me out,
but something about you,
makes my one feel like two,
like you're adding the words to my shout.
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