And I want to break up with you, But sadly, you are Me.
And I want to break up with you, But sadly, you are Me.
The peaceful look on corpses reminds me life isn't a gift,
When you get your own, Don't just be a parent, Because parents become strangers, Don't ignore raising them, Because who they become, Is who you are.
But broken crayons still color the same, aye?
And that hurt like hell. I saw the man I spent my entire life trying to show my non-ending love Touching and loving another,
So please don't ask me to open up, Because I am used to being by myself, Because I know you won't stay, Like I want you to.
So next year you're cutting people off? I'm cutting too, But not people. I'm cutting something much more worthless, I'm cutting me off,
Bitterness, like acid, is something that hurts more the vessel that carries it more than the one it is poured out to.
Have you ever felt caged?
All you need to know in choosing your predicaments.
Try not to break down after reading this one!
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