You’ll never wash the scum from this earth
Because I will always be here
Dwelling beneath the rocks
Creating havoc and fear
In reality I sort of hate you because you can have the persons that I want
And the persons that want me
They’d drop me like a broken toy if they were to ever know a chance with you would arise
I am somewhat of a mess
And the things I desire are things of which I do not deserve
You will always be one step in front of me
Taking the spotlight
The show
But I will always be behind you
Burning like a star that glows distantly from the reality that you are
I am like millions of others
And yet, I feel there must be something ahead
It’s either you, or I, who shall wind up dead


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