Perhaps the problem's in me.
You said you'd always be there for me.
Always there to make me smile.
And just want me to be happy.
I feel like I'm the cloud in the picture.
Just blocking out your rays.
Perhaps the problem's in me.
You said enough to convince the whole population what I am to you.
...in words so beautiful.
I guess I'm the shredder to that paper.
...the ear wax to block those words said from entering the brain.
Perhaps the problem's in me.
You spent time on me.
Even when you've got limited time on you.
But you sacrificed that little, yet meant a lot, on me.
But my mirror sees that pessimistic side of the story and turns it all around.
Perhaps the problem's in me.
Speaking as a completely objective third party observer with absolutely no personal interest in the matter,
There's absolutely nothing wrong with you.
Perhaps the problem's in me.
You gave nothing whatsoever that should be doubt.
It's definitely me.
Or are these just words my mind tricks me into believing again?
My mind isn't mine to control anymore. Neither is my heart to me.
.........Lost.
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