You... Are Pitiful...
You... are pitiful.
You are a man yet you cower
when I move away...
The feelings of love
you so obviously want
will never be yours...
You see, old lover,
you force yourself into things,
and then arent happy...
You force yourself down
into this deep chasm of
love-lust and get mad...
Because not only
is the bottom dry but there's
no easy way out...
And when your lover
realizes what you feel and
tries to let you go...
You turn into a
crying, weeping thing that sits,
waiting for the next...
... Secretly, I think,
you like this feeling of loss...
You do this to you...
You... are pitiful.
You are a man yet you cower
when I move away...
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