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We wrestle, kick and scream, pull each others hair,
tugging fast, holding tight , stifling breath and stealing air.
We've fought before, Frustration and I,
Over what is truth and what are lies.
We've spun together in a swirling mass of colours, reds and blacks,
clawed fingers at our throats, neither holding back.
I know my anger is unfounded; there's nothing you can do,
but until I have my way, I'll hold on to you too.
After all, I'm not that great, not as perfect as I'd like to think,
and I know by now that for it to all disappear, all I have to do is blink.
Holding on is futile, time won't stop for me,
and I can't turn back the clock, won't find immortality.
I fear failure, it's not something that I could try to hide
Improvement won't come to me from the things I haven't tried.
I long for ink to run through my veins,
to break skin and see it shimmering blue in a way far less than sane
and though it's not healthy, I'll click that self-destruct button when it's my turn,
I can't just sit here, alone in the dark, watching myself fade and burn.
We've fought before, Frustration and I,
Over what is truth and what are lies,
and before I die and fly away,
I would just like to hear someone ask me to stay.
(and perhaps my flight could be delayed.)

Description
We wrestle, kick and scream, pull each others hair,
tugging fast, holding tight , stifling breath and stealing air.
We've fought before, Frustration and I,
Over what is truth and what are lies.
We've spun together in a swirling mass of colours, reds and blacks,
clawed fingers at our throats, neither holding back.
I know my anger is unfounded; there's nothing you can do,
but until I have my way, I'll hold on to you too.
After all, I'm not that great, not as perfect as I'd like to think,
and I know by now that for it to all disappear, all I have to do is blink.
Holding on is futile, time won't stop for me,
and I can't turn back the clock, won't find immortality.
I fear failure, it's not something that I could try to hide
Improvement won't come to me from the things I haven't tried.
I long for ink to run through my veins,
to break skin and see it shimmering blue in a way far less than sane
and though it's not healthy, I'll click that self-destruct button when it's my turn,
I can't just sit here, alone in the dark, watching myself fade and burn.
We've fought before, Frustration and I,
Over what is truth and what are lies,
and before I die and fly away,
I would just like to hear someone ask me to stay.
(and perhaps my flight could be delayed.)