Circles

Cold

November 14, 2015

I like to break my friend's hearts myself

I like to see their sorrow for me

It gives me a twisted satisfaction

Guilts them when they flee

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Gotta catch them with the sunshine

Reel them in with a laugh or two

Stop the night on a dime to let a tear fall

"I do it just to help me through"

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Cut the cuticle short and watch the blood flow

Peeling off the layers as we go

I can't ever take it slow

A swift action and you're in deep

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I see them look at me differently

Their tone is softer when they speak

It always tires them out eventually

They're never used to me being weak

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I am the saint of decay

Forever pedestalled, Forced to stay

Look upon me with heartbreak in your eyes

Because I'm stuck here, rotting on the inside

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It sucks, doesn't it?

Not being able to do a thing about me?

I know, I've tried.

You can move on with your superiority