I wanted this to be something real
messy fingerprints on the walls
Will you still love me?
Naked and neurotic.
He says I worry too much
When will it be known
My love language is my downfall
No interpreter to be found
A forgotten dialect
No man cares to learn
It's too much work to stay and grow
Paint me your truth on a canvas
Instead of holding up a mirror
I could have loved you forever
I did not want to let you go
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