Here I go again, wondering why things aren’t different. This isn’t so surprising, I’m to blame for the shit I’m in.
Here I go again, wanting love to be near only to push it away when it begins to feel too serious. Here I go again, chasing you down my friend. I know we aren’t good together but its better than the lonely alternative.
Perhaps there is more to me than the person I have seen. Or perhaps I’m truly the asshole that I have been called so frequently.
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