On some morning, I'd wake up feeling like everything is right,
But again it's been forever since I know what's right,
Like, it felt right under your heartbeat;
Yet I'd know it would feel scary for you introduce me properly, or pronounce what kind of future we'd have together, and where, and when.
I would always say I'll leave the fastest,
Leave before you'll hurt me,
Leave before you'll saw how things would hurt me,
I'll leave if you ever hurt me;
I'll say it with such convincing fakeness,
I'm confident that I'm faking,
While at the same time I know this time next year I'd doubt I'll not remember your name or the warmth of your skin.
For the longest I'd just wanted to be loved.
And don't make me stupid for wanting to be loved.
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