I'm a little bit tired of fearing that I'll be the bad fruit nobody buys
In the midst of it all, I know I have to be okay. Not for me, but for those around me.
You called a disease spreading whore, and I still couldn’t believe its you. But now I have to fold, but because these hands are just too shaky too hold on. When you know it’s a losing game, you just have to.
I can’t keep being a human bandage and cater to your needs and become a casualty in this so-called games. You can tell me your best lies, and I can’t keep losing my mind. If love is something you cannot bear, I will tie up my laces and run for freedom.
I can’t have others feeling sympathy, for I am not sorry. I can’t keep telling my lies to myself. If it had to end, if this is the way, I’m boarding the flight out.
I can’t show weakness, for she’ll be weaker. I need to be strong and play pretend. Do you even know how hard it is? You don’t, cause you never think for anybody else, except the hell that you created. The character that I keep playing, allow me to forget my name. So be it.
xoxo
Rollo Tomassi
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