I ask myself why I even bother, sometimes.
Because I crave the attention?
An innate desire to please?
Or simply just a desire to be found pleasing?
Because I fucking care?
I'm not really sure it matters.
And the truth that was learnt the hard way,
Drunk in from the bitter cup:
It's not what you can give,
It's what you can't give up.
Because I crave the attention?
An innate desire to please?
Or simply just a desire to be found pleasing?
Because I fucking care?
I'm not really sure it matters.
And the truth that was learnt the hard way,
Drunk in from the bitter cup:
It's not what you can give,
It's what you can't give up.

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