I keep turning your acid tipped hair in my fingers
You know im right when the pain still lingers
Your told im perfect, i said im sad
The assholes are winning, and i am glad
I have nothing but what i should become
I could be just like them, but i need to love someone
Your way too cold to touch when i need you
But still my words are true
While you walk across this dance floor of glass
Everything and nothing when the shadow is not of you
 
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