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There are people all around me But I face the wall Dying and yet failing to be free from it all I can hear them just outside Their voices fade like my eyesight has They fade like everything I used to have I know how to let go better than anyone I let go better than a man I let go like I'm ****** I let go like I'm meant for pain I let go like rain I let go like I'm him He can think he's better at losing things But I know the greatest loss I know bigger holes in my heart I know deeper cuts And horrible luck And how to get away with the bad stuff I know how to make myself starve How to make myself bleed And dress up like a perfect figurine I know how to make sadness look pretty I know how to make it look clean So you cannot tell the difference I let go of everything I could be What he could have let me mean I let go better than he I let go of me I let go of sleep I let go of all of my dreams I know how to leave I know how to do it clean I make sadness look pretty I know how to leave I know how to bleed And make myself look pretty
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 12:04 AM UTC
Pretty Little Girl
There are people all around me But I face the wall Dying and yet failing to be free from it all I can hear them just outside Their voices fade like my eyesight has They fade like everything I used to have I know how to let go better than anyone I let go better than a man I let go like I'm ****** I let go like I'm meant for pain I let go like rain I let go like I'm him He can think he's better at losing things But I know the greatest loss I know bigger holes in my heart I know deeper cuts And horrible luck And how to get away with the bad stuff I know how to make myself starve How to make myself bleed And dress up like a perfect figurine I know how to make sadness look pretty I know how to make it look clean So you cannot tell the difference I let go of everything I could be What he could have let me mean I let go better than he I let go of me I let go of sleep I let go of all of my dreams I know how to leave I know how to do it clean I make sadness look pretty I know how to leave I know how to bleed And make myself look pretty
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 12:04 AM UTC
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