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Your pessimism is poisonous Your apathy a drug That I inject into my eyeballs And try to call it love I hate the way you frown at me When you smile at your friends Your curly hair is a bouncing castle I can't wait for your empire's end I try to wallow in your silence Love you in your wall of hate When you're sad because your boyfriend left In a tirade of hate I cry crystals of despondence As you whistle your world away I try to love you from the outside And when I go in, you don't let me stay I feel you text me just to pacify me To hold in my cries and ratify the inappropriate banter that I'm scribbling My fingers in your body as we're both fiddling Diddling in your causes of danger and your mind is the manger Where the savior refuses to lay his head You must not be in the mood for anybody or anything I'm just a sad little girl, there's only trouble I will bring The ways in which you want me seem to change like the weather Something in my head says I want us to be together But i recall how temporary your intricate happiness is But it all becomes irrelevant when I'm near your warm skin -zaba
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Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
you really got a hold on me
Your pessimism is poisonous Your apathy a drug That I inject into my eyeballs And try to call it love I hate the way you frown at me When you smile at your friends Your curly hair is a bouncing castle I can't wait for your empire's end I try to wallow in your silence Love you in your wall of hate When you're sad because your boyfriend left In a tirade of hate I cry crystals of despondence As you whistle your world away I try to love you from the outside And when I go in, you don't let me stay I feel you text me just to pacify me To hold in my cries and ratify the inappropriate banter that I'm scribbling My fingers in your body as we're both fiddling Diddling in your causes of danger and your mind is the manger Where the savior refuses to lay his head You must not be in the mood for anybody or anything I'm just a sad little girl, there's only trouble I will bring The ways in which you want me seem to change like the weather Something in my head says I want us to be together But i recall how temporary your intricate happiness is But it all becomes irrelevant when I'm near your warm skin -zaba
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Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
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