My fingers are the keys of an unorthodox piano you like to play
and every sound you make with it leaves a tormenting scar on my heart
My skull is a drum to you
and you play it to let my mind run wild
to think of how your eyes are the gateway to the sun
My mouth is your favorite *****
and pleas of wanting you to come back are the only sounds it can make
And it burns me to know that
you do not love me as a person
you just play with my feelings like an instrument
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
My fingers are the keys of an unorthodox piano you like to play
and every sound you make with it leaves a tormenting scar on my heart
My skull is a drum to you
and you play it to let my mind run wild
to think of how your eyes are the gateway to the sun
My mouth is your favorite *****
and pleas of wanting you to come back are the only sounds it can make
And it burns me to know that
you do not love me as a person
you just play with my feelings like an instrument
