Reality of quantity

[C.Alive]

Things are angry, bruised 'n hurt;
full of tears I tear and blurt
Please have patience, I shall hide
when sense and nonsense do abide
The one is heavy, the other vain
both stone me with their concrete rain
Know that when you leave the room,
when you leave me longing more
there's no honour left to doom;
love is dressed a desperate whore
More attention, screams my soul
more to make what's mended whole
Rent my heart, then breach the deal;
every time this is what's real.

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