two months ago all I wanted was solitude
I wanted to be just me cuddling myself
sleeping alone
he comes here and says that somehow him sleeping alone
feels right
maybe it is right
maybe all this is right
maybe the hurt is right
maybe this emptiness is right
but it’s nothing that someone else can’t fill
nothing some liquor can’t fill

who cares
turn left
I don’t know how you spend your nights
I’m saying goodbye to you
goodbye to your illogical logic
you are not right
what you want is not right
adieu

Written/Contributed by Anita Siraki

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