The message that you left,
Was wrapped too tight,
And had no address,
But I hold it close,
My fingers tear at the silver wrapping,
Because I just wasn't ready,
For your reasons,
For your answers,
I don't know,
Will never give satisfaction,
Building sexual attraction,
But you don't know how you feel,
And I'm not here to hold your coat,
When you want to finally play in the snow,
I'm already chapped by winter,
When spring is on its way,
You killed all my flowers.
So I'm letting summer go,
And buying some bandaids,
For my broken heart.
Goodbye isnt something I was ready for,
But I don't play with toys that are not my own.
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