Feelings
I dance around my feelings,
afraid to put them on display.
I’m scared of you knowing,
I know exactly what you’ll say.
I hate it when you screw up
and act like it’s my fault.
I get all the blame, and you,
you just do what you want.
Our arguments always end the same,
we just don’t speak for days.
It’s not the way I planned it,
it’s just the way our story plays.
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