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"In the coldest moments of midnight hours, when your soft words trace lines down my arms, I will scream my heart bleeds colors of the rainbow. And everything that happens afterwards will become a lie. Every move I don't make that you wish I would is what's carving deep into our skin... it's what's turning my eyes bloodshot and making you look everywhere but to the left.
The raindrop feeling is a lie, and all you want is to find yourself in the repetition of your too thought out words. And every secret giggle, across the table of objects, you wouldn't have without me. They know it too. They hold your truths on the tips of their tongues.
If you think you can make every girl in the world feel like sugar crystals dance upon her skin, you should know that I feel like razorblades are leaving bloody trails... and it's because of your so-called autumn breeze softness. It's because of the echoed screams your whispers create that tell us we're not special and we deserve any pain that comes our way.
Is it because every intoxicated word that left my mouth contained five times more truth than all of your words put together? When I cry out in desperation for my heart to stop the colors that are bleeding out, you don't have to shake me till I wake... my eyes are already open and they're blinking at you that it's over. The rainbow has escaped and all that's left is the darkness of empty hearts. The awkwardness of failure and the repercussions of mistakes I have made from being far too weak.
I am so weak my knees give out when I try to stand. So clumsy that my heart keeps slipping from my fingers to the ground. And every time I reach to pick it up, I fall to my knees into a puddle of sticky crimson. And now the truth is stuck on repeat ... I'm better off alone than I would be in your arms.
They told me I would find somebody and I actually thought I might. But the whispering wind just reminds me that there is nothing in this world worth keeping... and you were just another passing moment."
The raindrop feeling is a lie, and all you want is to find yourself in the repetition of your too thought out words. And every secret giggle, across the table of objects, you wouldn't have without me. They know it too. They hold your truths on the tips of their tongues.
If you think you can make every girl in the world feel like sugar crystals dance upon her skin, you should know that I feel like razorblades are leaving bloody trails... and it's because of your so-called autumn breeze softness. It's because of the echoed screams your whispers create that tell us we're not special and we deserve any pain that comes our way.
Is it because every intoxicated word that left my mouth contained five times more truth than all of your words put together? When I cry out in desperation for my heart to stop the colors that are bleeding out, you don't have to shake me till I wake... my eyes are already open and they're blinking at you that it's over. The rainbow has escaped and all that's left is the darkness of empty hearts. The awkwardness of failure and the repercussions of mistakes I have made from being far too weak.
I am so weak my knees give out when I try to stand. So clumsy that my heart keeps slipping from my fingers to the ground. And every time I reach to pick it up, I fall to my knees into a puddle of sticky crimson. And now the truth is stuck on repeat ... I'm better off alone than I would be in your arms.
They told me I would find somebody and I actually thought I might. But the whispering wind just reminds me that there is nothing in this world worth keeping... and you were just another passing moment."