Mind's a spinning record
There's pounding in my veins
I press record
The music's on my brain
My brain is filled with smoke
My thoughts are on my sleeve
My heart broke
I just want to leave
I'll leave this town
I'll leave this city
With my windblown frown
And self-pity.
My frown is
Now a plastic smile
My pity
Was once self-love.
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PoetryWho would love a girl with scars? Who would love a girl without stars in her eyes. With a soul pitch black? With demons that haunt her in her sleep at night? Who would love a girl that writes and cuts to deal with pain. A girl who'd rather be alone...
