i can still smell my hair dye and see the sweet similar smiles of the people who put it in my hair and i can still smell your shampoo and see your tongue tarnishing my name and i can see you looking at people in the cold way you looked at me and the cold way that you hurt me and i can see your hair flicking and you drawing people in and making them see a person who isn't there a reflection it only shows the pretty parts not who you are and i can see those similar smiles smiling and laughing and i can hear you making everyone hate me and **** you honestly **** you to hell
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
i can still smell my hair dye and see the sweet similar smiles of the people who put it in my hair and i can still smell your shampoo and see your tongue tarnishing my name and i can see you looking at people in the cold way you looked at me and the cold way that you hurt me and i can see your hair flicking and you drawing people in and making them see a person who isn't there a reflection it only shows the pretty parts not who you are and i can see those similar smiles smiling and laughing and i can hear you making everyone hate me and **** you honestly **** you to hell
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