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Bath
May 7th, 2011, 10:24 AM
I'm not a good writer and rarely write but I felt like writing this really randomly yesterday.

Idk if it's a poem or a song, but yeah.

This paint on my eyes
These scars on my skin
All of your disgusting lies
But whose really ignorant?
In this story, doubt you even care.

If you can love me, oh can you really love me?

And on this dim starry night,
I'm falling, I've pushed myself
You screamed, I'm not allright
That I need help
I need to breathe, to fly away.

Please let me be, but don't go away.

Why can't we have everything?
Why can't I stop singing?
This stupid song you wrote me,
It's burned into my throat.
Stop this, stop this
I'm not beautiful, just tell me I'm okay.
Fuck true love, tell me I'm okay.
Don't hit me, I'm okay.
Stop hitting me.