Ive found the edge of the facade, I peeled back all the layers. Only to find a rotten core, I found myself beeing played. But why do i want much more, My skin crawls when i try to sleep The screams start when i close my eyes.
How many more times will you tell yourself that all i am is lies?
And as crows raise my heart from the gutter And i find myself feeling pride. My garden whimpers and wilts for no good reason. Till i realized you might be why it died
Im not picking bones. Dont take this as a stab. Im grieving too believe it or not