But I had seen stranger things, of course, than someone who wishes to keep their scars... |
It's never love. It's only ever infatuation. |
Sometimes I wish I were dead. And other times, I lie by my lover and curse the fact I have to leave |
I cringe at her hand on my back and wonder when he'll call |
Take me in the darkness, take me in the light |
This isn't insanity, it can't be insanity |
We hide in the darkness of the maybe-morning |
It's up to you, use it against me |
Weren't you adored? |
Don't think that because I understand, I care |
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He couldn't- wouldn't- compete with the memory of the imagined |
I helped him out of a jam, I guess, but I used a little too much force |
Honestly, I don't feel a thing |
That sometimes his cruelty will still surprise me |
[... fan fiction ...] |
We try to hold our form in as we burn and fall apart |
SIX FEET UNDER |
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I fall into this void you say has replaced your soul |
I have the breeding of five generations of Funeral Directors behind me. And one dead in front of me. |