You aren't acknowledged till you've fled
You aren't admired till you're dead
You are seen untill your vacant,
You aren't talked to till your naked
Untill your already taken.
Might as well write this analogy from my nightmarish thoughts and perspective.
If you try to pour someone a cup of tea, and they keep moving the cup around to make it more difficult, dont blame yourself when it spills all over the table.
If you demolish all of your dreams,
Don't be surprised by all of the nightmares.
Because while the world isn't always sweet,
Doesnt mean that it can't be nice or fair.
Im both a maiden and your nightmare,
I guess.
Thats my only statement.
I ruin all the things that are good.
I press.
Against the wounds I open.
I cry about the littlest things.
I speak.
Full of your disappointment.
While others move on in life.
I've peaked.
And now I'm just broken.
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