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Description
I know what I'm craving,
Cunning abuse.
Fragmented driftwood and grey-eyed pigment.

I sit and watch those solitude loving skies,
watch the birds fly past,
and the clouds drift by.
Watch the rain come,
Watch the rain dry.

Not really wet or damp,
Or anything really.
My skin peeling
and organs all breathing.

Everyone says they know how you feel.
But how can they?
when you're not even sure this is real.

Description
I know what I'm craving,
Cunning abuse.
Fragmented driftwood and grey-eyed pigment.

I sit and watch those solitude loving skies,
watch the birds fly past,
and the clouds drift by.
Watch the rain come,
Watch the rain dry.

Not really wet or damp,
Or anything really.
My skin peeling
and organs all breathing.

Everyone says they know how you feel.
But how can they?
when you're not even sure this is real.