Number 11.Liar, liar O, you. You've stolen my heart again. You've stolen my pride again. Crumbs and powder fill the cracks. I was never the tidy type. You're glowing red. It's our color.Number 11.
The color we see when our mouths don't stop. Our hands don't stop. Your words don't stop. My mind won't stop. Your intentions are cruel, O, you. Baby, I'll never get you out of my system. You are equivalent To the only thing we shared in honesty. The affects are all the same. It's time for me to get you out of my system. My three days are up. It's ti
ColdThis tangled road It leads to nowhere. Your dead end life Is finally unfulfilling. Turn around. It's your choice to be loved. This emptiness, It leads to nothing. Sleep well, darling Tomorrow is coming for you. The venom is waitng. Your audience is waiting. You make the rest of us feel like gods. That tangled road Is now an unbeaten path. Your hatred for the ones who loved you Blinded you.Cold
Now you're filled with guilt In a room filled with people wearing masks. They're coming for you. Your life needs better writers. L
Rays
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