Afraid to know the true thoughts are,
afraid to see the hiding lonely fillings
by my own shirt, when that shirt have
a chance to be with you, it cannot wear
and fit with it,
I always do the proper things just to take
care that shirt but they always put a dirt
into it that you can’t hide it
I don’t want her to see me happy cause,
that is the beginning of her being lonely,
can’t let go of her, my shirt,
because of consequences that
makes me soft.
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