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Why can't you see,
The darkness resting in my soul?
Why can't you see,
The shadows lurking deep within?
I am no good for you,
Tarnished see? Broken.
Can't you see the hurt,
Pulling me away?
You've heard the names they call me,
You call me them yourself.
You can't know how deep it cuts
When you mouth those hateful words, even in jest.
What can I do,
To make you believe?
That this is no joke,
That this really is me.
I've told you my truths; they're there for you to see,
If I thought you'd accept me,
I'd just come and show you,
But I feel that you'd run, and I'd lose you forever.
They called me pretty-boy, Kirk, others too hateful to mention
I know you don't mean it,
The way that they did,
But still it hurts me.
I know I could never be good enough for you,
Yet still I crave your touch,
Please Rodney -
Can't you just hold me?
