Tuesday

No one knows me like I do.
Yeah,
You're getting pretty fucking close.

But every lie I've ever told.
Every time I've gone to say
I love you..
But been too scared of losing you

You have no fucking clue.

Time after time I've ran from what I wanted
Scared of failing,
Scared of breaking down.
I used to be so strong,
So in control.

God, when you came I felt so powerful again.
Nothing stopped me,
Nothing made me weak.
But you don't know me like I know myself.
You don't deserve to,
You're better than that.

You're better than the constant insecurities.
Paranoia.
Dependence.
Reassurances.

You're a little bit like me,
But about a hundred billion times better.

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