Nothing seems to work for you.
(the bathtub is full of lukewarm water.)
I have tried so hard for you.
(the razor lies in anticipation.)
what do I have to do for you?
(I slip in the tub fully clothed and relaxed.)
The shit I've been through for you.
(the sound of your favorite song in my ears.)
I absolutley fucking hate you.
(I try not to move so I can hear nothing.)
But its ok cause I'm going away from you.
(The steady drip-drip of the water annoys me.)
It will be soothing to stay away from you.
(I pick the razor up and slowly push.)
the sweetness of the warmth from you.
(Its ok, they needed to breathe, but its getting dark)
I have finally left you.
(I like the feeling of the water going into my nose.)
My fingers are getting heavy, I hope I dont go before this is aksg'dsfdsaf;
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