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Pissing In The Wind

You don't want to choose me

But you don't want to lose me

So you feed me some breadcrumbs 

And I eat them up until I become numb


You pushed me away

But we both know deep down 

you wanted me to stay

I couldn't fight for us 

after you broke our trust 

I swear some day 

our love will decay and rust

It'll rot away some day

I swear 

that might be true

I'm trying to believe 

it'll all fade away 

some day . . .


You don't want to choose me

But you don't want to lose me

All while 

someone else is on top your hierarchy 

He's your priority 

And I hate it 

I hate this

Piss in the wind

Pissing in the wind, my friend

I’m not sure I can do it all again . . .


You don't want to choose me

But you don't want to lose me

You drove a dagger deep into my chest

And I pulled you in, hugging you, as you cried in my arms

So fuck the rest

I stayed

I even

Prayed

I prayed until my eyes bled 

And the only whisper this God said

Was to love you as best as I can

I think I understand . . .

The only time 

That the God in my mind

Speaks to me

It’s to tell me to stop living in fear

And love you as well as I possibly can


With your dagger in my chest

I will pull you in

Again and again

And continue to love you as best as I can


I think I understand . . .




CH 1/31/26







 
 
 

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