How many more mistakes will I make before I find a little piece?
How many hits must I take before I finally catch my break?

Don't take my lack luster love for granted
I can only give what I have.
You own only what you make for yorself.
and I am doing what I can.

Love was a verb I never earned.
Reached out my hand and there were you, flying low.
I left you hurt.
You don't deserve to toss and turn over words.
I never spoke.



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