speak up, elle

sometimes i just
can’t take
you seriously
it bothers me
walking around
the living room
back and forth
through my head
over and over
again and again
lost in a maze
try to go down
under my own
tired frown
bringing me up
is easier said
than done
but if it
wasn’t worth
the trouble
it wouldn’t ever
be so much fun
to try and match
the same old
laugh you had
when you were young
and i was over
all you had to say
in the long part
of the shortest day
was that you had
the reason i should
stay, but it never came


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