Why would I think you would touch me?
I'm covered in thorns.
Not my fault,
it's the way I was born.
I scare you away,
with every sharp point on my body.
I'm really starting to get sick of saying sorry.
But it's okay,
because you don't want me anyway.
So I'll just wait here,
hoping someday,
someone will remember me.
We need more joy in this world,
we need less of this depressing sense of life,
when everything around us is so beautiful.
But we only look through a gray lens to see it,
I'm looking in the mirror,
I don't match the picture on the screen,
should I be sad or pleased?
One click at a time,
one more scroll,
oops I fell down the rabbit hole.
The distance you put between us is beyond seen,
can't believe the length I've went just to get you to want me.
Now all you do is haunt my dreams,
making my thoughts slowly bleed,
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