Poetry & Self-Awareness

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Maybe it was my eyes

And maybe I stayed because of your lies

I once felt like without you I would die

Now I’m barely sober, I’m always high

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Maybe it was my smile

I stayed because I craved old love, old style

But love isn’t your style

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Maybe it was my hips

Or maybe the way I licked my lips

You sold me a different script

And then you pulled nothing but tricks

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Maybe it was everything else but my soul

And maybe I thought I needed you to feel whole

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