Crippled down my veins is the truth that every dance was a death,
Recollected too much pales of how I willingly lost my breath,
Your fake vision of our soon little saints that I'll carry for ages,
My unending quest for answers and your burning of pages.
Did she ever knew how you asked me out on my birthday?
Did you ever made the mail in her thighs where you used to lay?
Never was made to wait, never tried to steal from anyone,
Stitching universe response for someone who thought she's the one.
She's gone for shooting, written on her caliber was my name,
We're of the same height, but not similar ghosts to tame,
Of zig zags, pines, and cold, she's hoisting her past man,
You punched the walls, sighs of shame, and the truth of what's gone.
Your screaming led to your deceased, I laughed at your mails,
Going through parties, but your heart was in my inbox, sturdy like nails,
You're trying to resist, and I'm conforming with what's over,
It's an end, yet you're still taking us along the rift like forever.
