When Will

The Trouble With Templeton

When will I get to leave this place
I'm feeling low I'm feeling wasted

Slow down you say it's not a race
Yes my dear just to be complacent

But I am sick of talking shit
And frankly cannot stand flirtation

Tired eyes and pallid cheeks
I can't keep up a conversation

I have been sitting here for hours
Not here sadly he has been devoured
Come now you say don't be a coward
Please my love stop being so loud

I am not the one you want
Same features but distinctly different
This bodies mine but over time
It grew so damn weary of listening

It's agony these vanities
Are really wearing down my patience
Can you please just let me be
Alone is where I feel the safest

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