Page 45 - Written Feelings
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Old habits
Falling back
Old habits love me
Losing track
And feeling ugly
Inside and outside alike
No more happiness to borrow
Selling my soul for a like
Losing sleep over a follow
Love is draining
So is loss
Vivid painting
Made with dross
I'm not fake; why do I feel it?
Why do I feel like a fraud?
My gaze is stuck at the ceiling
Contemplating who is god
Ends don’t meet
We don’t either
Love is heat
And I got fever
Say it to me once or twice
Say you love me once again
I know once I roll the dice
I will lose the game we're playing
