Drain, heartache superstition.
Fake out the scars, riddled with mania.
A torn out patch, of a pathetic existence
Am I your excuse?
World of napkins, soak my lies, bathe in my blood.
I loathe the love you have for me.
I am your fake butter cup princess, sway like dandelions
I am your open in the end, the warning sign, flashing,
BEGGING FOR YOUR ATTENTION.
I get a guiding light, a hand held option for kisses.
Butterflies die without their wings.
Freeze this warm blood of mine.
I am racing, faster than lightning through your winter bane sky.
I fight, the insane mind of the gorgeous one.
She hates she hates.
Walk away walk away.
No sign of life, walking.
What does it take to finally be gone?
Sedate me.
I’m broken now.
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