voices bounding in my ears, now there's bloodstains on your favorite shoes. lettered words that cut like shears, a small break between the noise. finally i hate my friends, what happens now? moistened splitting spitting lips, incidentally innocent you say: \"breathe slow, no one's ever gonna hear your voice.\" sleep won't do me any good, not this time. cuz it's all on your face, scraped into your skin. and i wanna be with you, but that's too much to ask.
lose yourself in some sort of binge, until all you have left to lose is teeth and skin. cuz you chose the petty way through life, but at least i know now that you're not worth my time.
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