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Rules
I'm the one with a tattered soul-
Mended together with long lost hopes.
You're the one with a broken heart
And no one knows where your pieces are.
Our conversations are a mix
Of bitterness adn lyrics
And jumbled puzzle pieces
That we call compliments
And I tell myself that I can help,
But I know that I'm no use,
Because you're not broken
And I'm not tattered.
We're just a couple wounded youth
With nothing to show for it,
Save for a couple cuts and bruises
And a sense of abandonment.
We take comfort in each other's agony,
Because it's all we've ever known
And, if even for a minute,
It takes our minds off our own.
I wish I knew the secret to happiness;
I wish that I didn't wear a cloak of fake confidence;
I wish that I could tell you that everything is gonna be okay,
But I can't make any promises.
We're young and stupid
And life is hard,
But this life is what we make of it
And I think that's the worst part.
We dictate where we go,
Not our parents and not the road.
We live by books and numbers and rules
And I think it's time we grew up
And made some of our own.
Rule #1:
Learn to love ourselves.
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