never
it's 2 am and there's vodka on my breath,
my cheeks are dried from tear stains.
that feeling that there's nothing left,
and phantom battle scar pains.
i'm detached from myself,
my body's not my own.
nothing's good for my health,
i'll never be emotionally grown.
waste
put your hands around my waist,
i'm a waste.
scars
stop staring at my scars.
i know what you're doing,
thinking and judging.
just stop it.
they remind me of the same thing they do you,
the certain still places neither of us want to go to.
soon
meet me in my bedroom
you'll see who i am soon.
flashing netflix 24/7,
purple kush and lite beer heaven.
character
my life imitates art...
i'm too dreamy.
a different character everyday,
my mind's always far away.
my hair too tangled
and my dress too torn;
don't ever tell me that you weren't warned.
