There is only one way to do this,
Abruptly.
Irrationally.
You know I won’t let the past repeat itself.
But why are you tempting it?
Allowing chaos a chance.
It’s all I can do, to put up my paper armor.
I can’t trust anything that has a disguise.
Won’t trust the beautiful snake
You think you’re its charmer…
I’m sorry you’re so easily deceived by beauty.
But I can see strength becoming just a novelty
A collector’s item,
Only for the ones rich in will power.
I know desperation isn’t a good look on me,
But I’ve worn it for so long.
And they do say… make an ugly face and it will stick.
I’m sorry to be so sorry all the time,
But my defense is failing me, and time is wearing thin.
Sorry to be sorry.
We’re all just stuck in this unnamed shape that,
Would give me up, if I told its secret
To be fair, here’s a clue
We all get one, one sad truth
Trust is not something I recognize anymore.
Beauty is not something I understand.
And love is a long lost concept.

-Taylor

Did I make it too obvious? Did you know this was for you?