“I know this might be a bad time”
A sentence I hate hearing, one I dread
A change of topic, a switch in mood
As much as I hate it, I never give bad attitude
It’s why you like me, it’s what I send
The pictures of me on top of the bed
I feel cold and dreary like a dark cold winter night hiding all of these secrets from the daylight
But if I don’t, then ill pay
I’ll pay the price for mistakes I could have avoided by snapping a shot, and telling myself its just because you like me a lot
“Is it really so bad to want to see my own girlfriend like that?”
I always say no but deep down I know
I don’t like it at all and I want to go slow

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