Boy like me


Why do you love me?

Sometimes I wish you didn’t

It’s starting to feel more like a burden

For this boy on the runaway trail

 

They call me walking entropy

An immaculate agent of chaos

I’m in pieces, the whole of me can’t be yours

I mean, what do you really expect from me?

 

But then again

What do I expect from me?

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