Cardboard
I love it here so please don't get me wrong...
There's an unmistakable yearning I have, can't wait to be gone.
There's so many things to do, so many demands.
Can't wait to find my calling, where people love me for who I am.
I'm not saying you don't love me, I'm not saying you don't care,
but love for my thinking and emotions is something indeed rare.
For it is easy to love someone happy, fun and sweet,
but what about the times I'm mad, and don't have a voice to speak?
Will you love me anyway and have you in the past?
Will you just get it done with or stay however long it lasts?
For I have split my sides laughing at your jokes, washed my face away with your
tears.
And you just sit there peacefully without one tear, saying I mean nothing to you
after two years.
Remember when you told me my heart is hard?
I guess it'd be hard to tell if one's own heart is made of cardboard.
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