this won't work,
no matter how hard I try.
I can't make you love me.
If I was younger I would be drunk on your lips,
it wouldn't be right
but by then I lived for the night.
this hurting seems natural,
nothing can break my darkness.
I wish I could wear you with ease.
so go love someone else,
tonight I'll stay awake
cause I don't want to dream
about why or whom anymore,
about hope.
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