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May 2018
tell me about your twisted side
take me inside your web of lies
soak me in bleach just to prove,
that i would do anything for you
tell me you wish I were dead
then throw dishes at my head

show me how broken you are,
on our first date we'll be comparing scars
show me the names you chose for every star
then we'll fill our lungs with toxic tar
tell me you're close to finding God
but you spend your days high on drugs, for you are flawed

Let me indulge in your bad habits
I'll show you all that my mind inhabits
Confess your desire to jump off the highest towers
And these confessions I will devour

take me into your darkest hour
let's listen to 90's rock while we strum guitar
strung out and on the verge of psychosis
we're both washed out
caught in each other's hypnosis

not sure who's the predator and who's the prey
but i love you more every day
if I'm crazy and you're crazy too
nothing can be real between me and you

so we hold onto the sadness and shouting
knowing without it we'd be drowning
but there's no passion stronger than between us two
and the most lonely peaks have the highest views

our music comes from broken souls
and our love, to our sadness has formed a mold ;
unable to survive or thrive alone.
if the joker had a type maybe I'd be someone he liked
Written by
Sydney Gretha  18/F/Montreal, QC
(18/F/Montreal, QC)   
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