Working On It

by Noise Pollution

I felt it slipping from my fingers
I felt it slipping from my mind
I watched you walk out of my bedroom
after I kept you up all night

with my

stupid little things
that never meant anything
to anyone else but me
but that’s a part of life, I think
fearful eyes
that never felt good inside
when I was alone at night
but that’s a part of life
or what I’ve found it to be

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