When inanimate objects speak to me.
Don't tell me to stop, 'cause I won't. Don't tell me that it'll be alright, 'cause I won't believe you. Don't tell me about psychiatrists or shrinks, I don't need that. But tell me about hope, tell me about something beautiful, something real - not like the feeling of love from a one-night stand.
Remind me of fireworks. Remind me of the feeling of being loved by you.
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