You're so artificial it hurts
You hide behind the curtains
And the broken lights
You're unaware of the plastic life you're living
Broken marriage
Problem child
It's growing difficult to define which is which
Halfway through life
You're acting already done
You're acting dumb
Apologetic I'm sure
Make it up to me
Materialistic toxicity
Thread my heart
Needle my lungs
Take my organs
This is no fun
Cycling around the years
When does it end
Bacterial defects
Clog up my throat
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I'm still writing. I write for myself.
I'm in a band now. That's cool. It's my girlfriend and I's half year anniversary next month.
