a thousand times
i write the same old thing
i miss you so much
a literal sting
i dont know if you like me
i dont know if you will even say yes
it scares me so much
i laugh at rejection
these people don't mean shit
and i long for your touch
today i think
my black balloon will fly
but this time
it wont be flying by
im grabbing ahold and saying hello
going somewhere wonderful
until my hand loses grip
and i fall to my death
land happy under it all
a thousand times
i write the same old thing
but i write them for you
with the untold name
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