May 2021
I take your lives into my eyes
And twist your realities into mine.
Whatever you believed in that moment
Never was yours.
Whatever you felt
Now drips sickly down a blade of words
I'll tell myself
To make you the villain
So I can sleep at night.
And twist your realities into mine.
Whatever you believed in that moment
Never was yours.
Whatever you felt
Now drips sickly down a blade of words
I'll tell myself
To make you the villain
So I can sleep at night.
Been thinking a lot about how writing songs about other people and controlling the narrative really warps the perspective on past events in my life. Will probably add more to this later.
(21/F/London)
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