Bury me in a ballroom gown
So I look pretty when you kiss me
And mutter your goodbyes
Reserve heavenly angels
For only a small fee
To accompany me into the underground
Have them sing my name in solemnity
Until my suicide note is found
Then cross out the word "tragedy"
From every song and hymn
Replace them with "a waste of life"
Stop calling me a prodigy
And start saying that it was me
Who held the deathly knife
Strip me of my silken gown
Just another worthless suicide

I'm never good enough
Not for you
Not for me
Not for anyone
I'm not what anyone wants
What anyone needs
What I need
And I'm just so sick
Of being everyone's second choice
Of looking in the mirror
And hating every inch
Of my entire being
And I'm just so sick
I'm just so done
With being the one
No one ever chooses

Imagine me with no clothes on.
My bare ******* poking up and out, spilling out of my crisscrossed arms
Imagine what I do when no one's watching.
How my naughty little fingers move in the dark.
How my lips find my wrists and plant kisses along them.
But what if I told you that my naughty little fingers
Don't secretly stroke the insides of my thighs
But instead glide across the scarred skin with razor blades?
What if I told you that my ***** bitten lips
Don't leave lipstick marks along my arms
But instead mouth the words to a song playing only in my head?
What if I told you that when no one's watching
I don't touch myself beneath the covers
But instead I cover my mouth
Soaking the pillow case with empty cries?
Have you stopped smirking in the dark and started zipping up your pants?
Have you lost all interest and are skimming the last lines?

Her lips were red wine
And when their fingers intertwine
He sees her eyes are liquer
Her hair is golden beer
Her voice is smooth as *****
Sober pain will disappear
He got drunk on her
Rosy Rosè cheeks
Didn't dare to spare
A drop of her burning spirits
He was hungover on love
And she made him stay intoxicated
He was an alcoholic
And she was his choice of tonic

"I don't love you anymore."
The words disappeared as soon as they came
Evanescent words on a window pane
He pulled his fingers from her iron grip
And with a thumb traced the curve of her lip
"You're a *****."
The words pierced her pores like a thousand knives
Made her skin burst out in a thousand hives
"You were never more,"
He breathed, his lips grazing her porcelain skin, avoiding her grey-blue eyes
For it was painful to look at the broken mess he had created with his lies
"Than a pair of **** to me."