“…got my middle finger up, I don’t really give a f* *k…”
I think that part of me
Might be turning into something….
That I never wanted to
Something cold and untouchable
I’d be lying if I didn’t say
That you did not do a number on me
Put a dent in my optimism
Now, when I am asked
How can I go on like I do
Keep my separate heart from him
Not make a choice
I just say that I have had practice
Perfected no expectations
And got a PhD in the dirty looking glass
Stick and jab, stick and jab
Cover your head and keep moving…
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