Monday, May 7, 2012

You're a part of everyone, but I'm not your someone.

I make mistakes
And I keep making them;
I know what I'm doing
But you sure don't.
I keep going back for more
For something I'm not getting here.
I don't know what it is,
Though I wish I did
So I could ask for it from you
Instead of from him.

And he gives it
(whatever it is)
And he gives it good
(whatever it is)
Oh I know what this is
And it's not good.
But I'm so good at doing
The wrong things.

You're so wrong.

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