James Dean by incubus72787
Can't write a love song
The only one got away
Since nothing could compare
What was given was too much to bear.
I'll sit and stare
And tell myself I'm okay
Accompany by doubts
That others would care
This might be rubbish,
This trouble of reaching out,
This four letter word,
I will never figure out.
It's not about love,
Only a void
Just waiting to be occupied.
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