I drink coola cordial like water and
I still never know what to say.
I still don't know how to get out of bed
half the time. It's not pretty,
or endearing. I whisper you secrets,
I am still looking to be saved,
sometimes I am so weak,
sometimes I am so strong,
here you go, I;ll give you every-thing
for one more chance.
My heart is ugly,
but it could be all yours.
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