Spending too much time writing what I am spending too much time on
This should be simple.
Clear and simple,
Clear and simple.
Like glass,
Clear and simple
You call me cute while you break a shard of unspoken about glass, and You dig it into my skin, my throat.
Me, hoping to die,
You, hoping to show me how much you love me, if you love me at all
Knuckles cracking,
You hurt me,
You make me sad.
I love you, but you're always mad.