Brokenmature
Everything that was me is broken,
Chewing my nails and smoking
Wishing that you would lessen
your hold on my thoughts.
You broke me John
I love you John
I could go on
But I'll leave
I was a token
A passing broken love
wandering around the streets half pissed:
Jj where are you?
When I need you
When I wish I could show you my heart.
India, always far
Far ever when here
And untouched by holding me near
There is another world somewhere where dear
You and I are kissing
and I make you nervous
But it isn't here and i can't find you
just &!%*ing well broken by your sneer I fear
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