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Sippy cup (songfic)

TW: Suicide

Blood still stains when the sheets are washed

Peter knew that the cuts in his wrists would be healed by morning
Sex don't sleep when the lights are off

Nobody would see them, nobody would know they exist
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up

Tony never would think that his kid in the fancy suits could be a bit sad

And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup

But he was and he didn't know what to do about it
He's still dead when you're done with the bottle

He didn't know why he was sad 'because of May's death?'
Of course it's a corpse that you keep in the cradle

'Or ben's or his parents' deaths?'
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up

'Or because I have everything anybody could ever want?' he thought to himself sarcastically
Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup

But he was and there was nothing he could do about it

Blood money, blood money

All the money his adoptive father gave him didn't help
How did you afford this ring that I love, honey?

All the jewelry and all the fancy clothes didn't help him
Just another shift at the drug company,

The fact that he was the hair to the Stark industries didn't help him
He doesn't think I'm that fucking dumb does he?

Even though everybody thought it did
It doesn't matter what you pull up to your home

Even though his grades were perfect
We know what goes on inside

He didn't even know what he was studying right now
You call that ass your own, we call that silicone

Even though he lived an amazing life, he didn't feel like the life was his
Silly girl with silly boys

Even though he had an amazing girlfriend he didn't feel loved, he felt numb

Blood still stains when the sheets are washed

He cleaned up the blood until the bathroom was spotless and made sure there wouldn't be a drop of blood on his sheets
Sex don't sleep when the lights are off

He turned off the lights and crawled in his sheets
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up

In his huge, expensive bedroom, that didn't help him sleep
And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup

Under his fancy sheets that didn't make him any more comfortable
He's still dead when you're done with the bottle

That didn't make him feel like he was cuddling with May
Of course it's a corpse that you keep in the cradle

That didn't make him feel like he was laughing with Ben
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up

Stuck in his fancy life that was more miserable than any life he had had before
Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup

In his life, that felt like a prison

Sippy cup, s-s-sippy cup, in a sippy cup, sut sippy cup

In his stupid, expensive prison
In a sippy cup, in a sippy cup, in a sippy cup, in a sippy cup

In a prison that millions of people thought was a barbie dream house

Pill diet, pill diet, if they give you a new pill then you will buy it

He tried almost everything to escape, but nothing worked, because of his stupid metabolism
If they say to kill yourself, then you will try it

Except cutting
All the makeup in the world, won't make you less insecure

Faking a smile had become second nature to him
You got weights in your pockets, when you go to the doctor's

So had not eating
Your favorite candy's cotton, that's why all your teeth are rotten

And not sleeping
Silly girl with silly boys

And not feeling

Blood still stains when the sheets are washed

In an everyday routine of cutting,
Sex don't sleep when the lights are off

Cleaning the blood of the floor and the sink
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up

Pretending to sleep and wake up
And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup

And going through another day of fake smiles
He's still dead when you're done with the bottle

Another day of pretending he loved his life
Of course it's a corpse that you keep in the cradle

Another day of pretending he didn't miss his old life
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up

Another day in his fancy life
Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup

Another day in his stupid prison

Sippy cup, s-s-sippy cup, in a sippy cup, sut sippy cup

He just wanted to escape
In a sippy cup, in a sippy cup, in a sippy cup, in a sippy cup

So he did

Blood still stains when the sheets are washed

He cut and cut, and cut faster than his metabolism could heal him
Sex don't sleep when the lights are off

He didn't even bother to get out of his bed or turn the lights on
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up

He cut until he felt himself slip away
And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup

Away from his stupid, fancy prison