I am sick and I’m not ashamed to say.I am sick of everything that comes my way.No matter how hard I try, I sometimes even poke myself in the
eye…just to get a grip of the inevitable, but, whoever said it’s
possible.The hurt always comes in the end, but I’m not saying I’m hurting right nowI just want to get a grip of the inevitable.I’m not sad, I’m in fact happy to have finally found you and you
finding me…
But you always think I would be around to listen, and to lull you from your woes.In fact, you know friggin' what, I’ve got more woes than you do.If there was pain between us before,I know I can block you from my mind because I got a grip of the inevitable,
But no matter what happens from now until the next time…I always wish I can get a grip of the inevitable. I am sick and I’m not ashamed to say.but, I am happy now so please….stay.
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