I need to get out
I'm going insane
I can no longer stop
The sick words falling from my mouth
They are the truth, Seeping through the cracks of this mask
But darling if you didn't want to know the truth,
You should never have asked
It's unfair to you
To witness what i have become
Tho i cannot bare to be elsewhere in this existence
Could not Cupid trade your words for a gun?
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
I need to get out
I'm going insane
I can no longer stop
The sick words falling from my mouth
They are the truth, Seeping through the cracks of this mask
But darling if you didn't want to know the truth,
You should never have asked
It's unfair to you
To witness what i have become
Tho i cannot bare to be elsewhere in this existence
Could not Cupid trade your words for a gun?
Perhaps i'm just as selfish as you
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