All the rumours are,
That you kissed me in the dark,
Cause everybody thinks I'm gay with you.

But the truth has always been,
That our behaviour is obscene,
Especially in front of heteronormative views.

So I'm going to hold your hand in public,
And super glue your heart back together,
Because that boy ripped you apart,

Which means I'm here to make you better.

Your lips were soft and sweet,
But they only disguised the sour poison,
That lingered on your tongue.

Everything is breaking.

Why won't you help me?

I have a sore throat,
So I can't really talk right now.
I think it's because I didn't wear my coat,
When the rain was pouring down.

And the grey clouds above me,
Where like your eyebrows frowning because you didn't understand what I meant.
And your shouts were like the hailstones,
Crashing down on the hard cement.

The wind displayed your violence,
Pushing me back making me hide.
Then the sun displayed your remorse,
As you held me when I cried.

Thunder roared your negative thoughts,
When feelings fell from above.
Mimicking snow to get me excited,
Just like you did with your love.

Her beautiful face was burning,
From your words spat like acid.
Her shape to be reconstructed,
Because you didn't like the way it flared out.

As if she is not allowed to control her destiny,
Because "Being allowed is a privilege."
But her face is melting like a candle,
Wax splattering on the floor.

You tell her not to make such a mess,
As you degrade her down more

This relationship is poisonous,
Flowing through her bloodstream,
That used to be pure and healthy.

Ah, You tell me that you love her,
But this is not love,
When she states her opinion,
And you stop her with a hardened shove.

Her face is still melting!
Can you not see?
That all the things you do,
Just end in catastrophe.

Do you believe in ghosts?
Because I swear I’ve seen your eyes before.
And your laugh haunts my ear drums,
Cutting my heart up raw.

This house is built for Phantoms,
No one can get over things,
Always bringing up memories,
That make my old scars sting.

And the faces I remember,
Never seem to look the same,
They appear gaunt and tired.
As if they’ve been consumed by shame.

Your history will follow you,
No matter how long you last,
Just make sure you remember,
You can never truly escape the past.