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this isn't a problem

it's only a little mess

your words I could solve them

if i wasn't in distress

and my dreams aren't too broken

since my heart left me dry

been a while since we've spoken

still we feel the need to lie



i'm the new face of failure  

poise and controled

you're the pain I endure

while my heart start to unfold

if i woke up next to you

would that change your mind

years and I've no clue

what it is i want to find



this isn't some strange dream

we won't wake in the end

this is real selfesteem

the loss of my best friend

and this won't just go away

with a some sex and lies

I'm here and I plan to stay

so stop with the goodbyes



this is your future

as mush as your past

we've broken the suture

now the wound is vast

this isn't a problem

or even a little mess

your words I could solve them

if you cured my distress