Don't know what I want.
Can't be happy with what I've got.
Envy those with nothing less than happiness.
Fill time up with fake crushes.
Lie behind my smile.
It's fading anyway.
Tell stories with pure exaggeration
to make the slow moments faster.
Destroy others hope with my reality.
Kissing strange lips to feel the linger of the flesh.
Feeding anger with matches.
Surrounding myself in my dead garden.
Running with a missing leg from the ghost that haunts me.
Instead of turning to take off his cover.
Bleeding from a deep covered wound.
Dying to be in your arm's again...

 
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