I tend to contradict myself
I tend to say I’m fine
But as I sit and start to think
I tend to feel like crying

I tend to contradict myself
I tend to want for love
But as it creeps closer to me
I tend to run and duck

I tend to contradict myself
I tend to think I care
But when you start to confide in me
I tend to hate when you share

I tend to contradict myself
I tend to want to [not live]
But I recall our plans for next month
And I tend to change my mind

I tend to contradict myself
With a million different views
As contradictions fill my brain
For the stories I told you were never straight
© Alis

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