Trapped in a bubble Floating on the surface Tensions waning Crashing as I lie You criticize me Advertise me Gave me pockets of lies Come inside Sit down and chat Take back everything you lack Vent your frustrations Adorations I’m begging you to take it back Push lead through the back I’m asking I’m pleading No more pain No more guilt Bad memory quilts Detoriate Rot Lie me in the mahogony cot I swear I’m good to no one I promise you’ll find it fun No more sunsets No more drunk nights You finally have won. Give me it all Show me I was wrong Trace me down through forgotten song I only ask to be held as you do it You don’t have to look at all You can wear earplugs So you don’t hear the shell fall So you don’t hear my breath stall So you don’t hear my happiness call. Two more forward No ground back No more bad news Only black Blood might mourn, few others too. I guess I’m selfish, just like you.
January 29th, 2019 1:38am
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