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He scared me into thinking he's real

now I'm dead there's nothing to feel

I can't believe I trusted him

Why did I think that I could always win?



Does he love me?

I know I love him

does he need me?

I know I need him



All is lost but not forgotten

feel so delicate wrapped in cotton

another question I asked myself

a broken toy placed on the shelf

must I care for what is mine?

Or must I wait until everything's fine?



I lay here waiting for his kiss

let the blood drip from my wrists

he shall not be here with me

until he is I will never be free

I wish none of this was ever true

I know I will never be ok again so what must I do?



I love him but he just uses me

I guess me and him could never be "we"

Once again I'm here alone

Sitting, waiting by the phone

another question I asked myself

am I broken toy upon on his shelf?

Another worthless meaningless kiss

I called him mine yet I wasn't his.