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Truth is....
I have to tolerance for anyone....
or anyones BULLSHIT
newsbreak?
--------only proving my own point on why girls should all fuckin go fuck themselves with a nine inch blade
fucking go slice open your fucking clit and touch yourselves in your dying minutes
basking in your own blood and pain induced wetness
die in your own lies and ceitfulness
how you all think youre better than everyone else but its your own image that you shy away from when you glare at yourself in the mirror.
the way that you cover your faces in this fake beauty that you put on to the world
but even more yourself
the way that you cant get the oneyou dream of
so instead you fuck your best friends boyfriend
thinking that this is the way that you can redeem yourself
to anyone
but yourself.
saddened from the way you whore yourself through the halls through the streets
you demise your loneliness is emoionless pleasureful nights...
you flaunt the curves you carry
the pain and angst that you bury
im giving you my morning breaks
letting you feel how it is to have the afternoon shakes
scrounging around for money by doing deeds
that scar your face
that scar your arms
that scar whom you thought you are
just so you can feel normal
just so that your nerves will stop jittering
just so you can get away from the world
hiding behind needles and lines and smoke
hiding behind this facade image that you provoke
its not you.
fucking face the facts.
it was me.
and i broke free
from everything.
i was blinded from the truth
blinded from reality.
and it fucking blew.
wasnt as good as i thought it was.
i hated it.
and now i cant stand you.
I have to tolerance for anyone....
or anyones BULLSHIT
newsbreak?
--------only proving my own point on why girls should all fuckin go fuck themselves with a nine inch blade
fucking go slice open your fucking clit and touch yourselves in your dying minutes
basking in your own blood and pain induced wetness
die in your own lies and ceitfulness
how you all think youre better than everyone else but its your own image that you shy away from when you glare at yourself in the mirror.
the way that you cover your faces in this fake beauty that you put on to the world
but even more yourself
the way that you cant get the oneyou dream of
so instead you fuck your best friends boyfriend
thinking that this is the way that you can redeem yourself
to anyone
but yourself.
saddened from the way you whore yourself through the halls through the streets
you demise your loneliness is emoionless pleasureful nights...
you flaunt the curves you carry
the pain and angst that you bury
im giving you my morning breaks
letting you feel how it is to have the afternoon shakes
scrounging around for money by doing deeds
that scar your face
that scar your arms
that scar whom you thought you are
just so you can feel normal
just so that your nerves will stop jittering
just so you can get away from the world
hiding behind needles and lines and smoke
hiding behind this facade image that you provoke
its not you.
fucking face the facts.
it was me.
and i broke free
from everything.
i was blinded from the truth
blinded from reality.
and it fucking blew.
wasnt as good as i thought it was.
i hated it.
and now i cant stand you.