Being

My indecisiveness will be the death of me
if only I could know what could happen
if I let myself become vulnerable again
But I've reached for the brightest star
and I have been burned before

I feel as though I am made of glass
you could easily shatter me
But my scars would open up
and my life would become a joke
I want to be perfect but I
can barely manage just 'being'

Benny boy gets a smack across the face
from when he was a child
Benny boy gets a smack across the face
from when he was happy

Because of that, it lingered till now

Who knows what is right
when everything seems wrong?
I can't picture you in my mind
so my feelings for you are
based on how happy I was
when I was with you



The End

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