This screen has become my best friend. The only one way conversation I'm willing to hold. The keyboard is the interpreter, changing my thoughts into faultless words. Except none of them make sense to anyone less than desperate. But I'll keep feeding them if you'll keep eating them. To the one who waits up late for my new nothings to show on the monitor. The keys are clicking because of the "You don't have what it takes" and "You've got dreams bigger than you know." I'm writing love songs for the unloved and I've got one special for you. You've got IT and that's all it takes. Keep my fingers moving, keep my pen inked.
"You hate me more than you notice."
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you wrote this at my house, or copies it or something. i really like it
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