Hypocrite

 

I sit in confusion,

because I don’t know how to bridge the gap between “now” and “when.”

I’ve always liked “now,”

‘Cause I’m not so good at waiting

for flowers to arrive at my doorstep.

I would be lying if I said that sometimes,

I don’t dream about skipping time,

‘Cause my twisted mind wants you all grown up,

but my twisted heart keeps loving on you anyway.

 

 

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