Come sit next to me
and we'll have a chat
about everything from the weather to your career
I don't know if you'd notice
the braids I had or the mascara on my lashes
or my lips pursed against the frustrations
With all your words whirling in my mind
I wonder if you have thought about me twice
Honestly I have no idea who I am
trying to figure out this existential crisis
I am still struggling to be the best
Watching the downpour every evening
It has been a habit
Wandering the never end road
It has been comfort
Maybe tomorrow it will be okay
if you promise you would stay
I hate to play mind games
'cause I know I will never win
But it's not about winning
at all
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