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There's something in the undertow That pulls me in when I want to go I swear my heart is fused to you And youre too blind to see it Can't you feel it? Beating there Next to yours, willing to share Hoping to be seen, for fear You'll pull it off and leave it Don't forget me, we're attached By shiny wires, ropes, and tacks Staples, tape, glue, a mask I know its broken, thats the trap Im so much nicer than you deserve While hanging on your every word Lies on lies but they fuel my soul Just words to you, but to me, gold Then flick me off like lint on sleeves Like everything was all a dream Weaponize the silence most While i drown, you fake to float Another day of empty waiting Another day you dont come back I sit, here wrestling my violence But you hold no space for that Oh pretty mess, what have you done You've taken off, right for the sun Somehow forgot im still attached So I guess I'll burn with you I wasn't ready yet, to go Or to die, or to loathe So tell me as I scream your name Why you're so conceited
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Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 9:57 AM UTC
Conceited
There's something in the undertow That pulls me in when I want to go I swear my heart is fused to you And youre too blind to see it Can't you feel it? Beating there Next to yours, willing to share Hoping to be seen, for fear You'll pull it off and leave it Don't forget me, we're attached By shiny wires, ropes, and tacks Staples, tape, glue, a mask I know its broken, thats the trap Im so much nicer than you deserve While hanging on your every word Lies on lies but they fuel my soul Just words to you, but to me, gold Then flick me off like lint on sleeves Like everything was all a dream Weaponize the silence most While i drown, you fake to float Another day of empty waiting Another day you dont come back I sit, here wrestling my violence But you hold no space for that Oh pretty mess, what have you done You've taken off, right for the sun Somehow forgot im still attached So I guess I'll burn with you I wasn't ready yet, to go Or to die, or to loathe So tell me as I scream your name Why you're so conceited
DarkSkysRising
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Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 9:57 AM UTC
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