Your soul is empty of feeling,
This *** is empty of meaning.
My head is empty of reasoning,
My heart is not so forgiving.
Turns out every vile word was true,
******* me didn't mean **** to you.
A body is a prize,
Alive, to use.
And all the lies strung out for hours,
I tortured myself for a truth.
I had everything for proof.
Deny, deny,
But that was your **** in her picture.
That was your mouth on her body.
Your hands on her skin.
It was so funny when you thought you'd won,
Getting away with having twice the fun.
Smoothing it over with compliments,
"You motivate me to be a better person."
So full of **** I almost cried.
But you were so stupid it was easy to smile.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
Your soul is empty of feeling,
This *** is empty of meaning.
My head is empty of reasoning,
My heart is not so forgiving.
Turns out every vile word was true,
******* me didn't mean **** to you.
A body is a prize,
Alive, to use.
And all the lies strung out for hours,
I tortured myself for a truth.
I had everything for proof.
Deny, deny,
But that was your **** in her picture.
That was your mouth on her body.
Your hands on her skin.
It was so funny when you thought you'd won,
Getting away with having twice the fun.
Smoothing it over with compliments,
"You motivate me to be a better person."
So full of **** I almost cried.
But you were so stupid it was easy to smile.
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