So much to say, ****
but can’t even open my mouth
identity perjury slammed
to please whoever was around
The one I hide emerged in
clever jokes and lies,and storylines
I’m a wretched ******* person
All ******* jokes aside
you don’t seem to know it
i guess you’ll never see
no matter how bit by ****** bit..
oh, hi
my friends call me b
an artist of sorts,
surrealist self portraits i could sell
Charm, charisma, laughter show more
now that you’re underneath the spell
You see depth in my eyes
sweet love in every word to you spoken
And sure, in that you’d be right
But the rest of me - broken
I cant bear to find out
I don’t even wanna ******* know
If you dug straight through my ground
And found the Shallow grave of a dead man
You weren’t ever supposed to ******* know
If you dug me out,
Removed the dirt and saw underneath
You’d dig and dig the grave deep into the ground
The only good b, is a buried b
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 4:01 AM UTC
So much to say, ****
but can’t even open my mouth
identity perjury slammed
to please whoever was around
The one I hide emerged in
clever jokes and lies,and storylines
I’m a wretched ******* person
All ******* jokes aside
you don’t seem to know it
i guess you’ll never see
no matter how bit by ****** bit..
oh, hi
my friends call me b
an artist of sorts,
surrealist self portraits i could sell
Charm, charisma, laughter show more
now that you’re underneath the spell
You see depth in my eyes
sweet love in every word to you spoken
And sure, in that you’d be right
But the rest of me - broken
I cant bear to find out
I don’t even wanna ******* know
If you dug straight through my ground
And found the Shallow grave of a dead man
You weren’t ever supposed to ******* know
If you dug me out,
Removed the dirt and saw underneath
You’d dig and dig the grave deep into the ground
The only good b, is a buried b
