So maybe you deserve better?
So maybe I'm just the same.
And does it make you feel clever,
For letting go of things
That made you important?
This feeling has to die.
I never wanted this and I didn't want to try.
It's not the gun that's the killer,
It's the bullets deep inside
Of the heart that is poisoned
And you're screaming all the time.
I'd rip my own skin off to make your feelings mine.
I'm not staring, I'm just asleep.
I'm not staring, I'm just a sheep.
I'm not crying, my eyes began to flood.
I'm not bleeding, this blood is ******* mud.
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
So maybe you deserve better?
So maybe I'm just the same.
And does it make you feel clever,
For letting go of things
That made you important?
This feeling has to die.
I never wanted this and I didn't want to try.
It's not the gun that's the killer,
It's the bullets deep inside
Of the heart that is poisoned
And you're screaming all the time.
I'd rip my own skin off to make your feelings mine.
I'm not staring, I'm just asleep.
I'm not staring, I'm just a sheep.
I'm not crying, my eyes began to flood.
I'm not bleeding, this blood is ******* mud.
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