I have a bad habit of getting too close to people and thinking
they are always going to be by myside;
but eventually they always leave.

I have a bad habit of loving people a little too much,
when they don't even love me back;
and when they leave it feels like someone threw me
from sky.

I have a bad habit of searching for
beauty in beasts and forever in temporary
people.

I have a bad habit of caring for people, when they
even don't care for me at all. Perhaps if they see in my eyes
they'll see the scars that I have
deep down inside.

I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired.
I wish feelings didn't exist,
Why do feelings exist anyways?
I always fall for everything and let it
destroy me. it's my fault after all.

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