I drink coffee like water and I still never know what to say.
I still don't know how to get out of bed half the time.
It's not pretty, or endearing.
I whisper you secrets; I am still looking to be saved; sometimes I am so weak; sometimes I am so strong.
Here you go, I'll give you everything for one more chance
My heart is ugly, but it could be all yours.
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