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It eats at you

these things we claim are safe, buckle under

And we sweep the truth under a brand new carpet

She carries toxic blood

She writes these things down to find the purpose of

her life-long fascade

The sun casts a spell

We bake until we die

I was never misinformed about the world

I merely misinterpreted

The window that I saw you through was smudged

It was smeared from dirty hands and wet mouths

I pressed mine against the glass

and felt as if I had been here before

The smell of caffeine burned my face

I cringed and wondered why people live so unnaturally

It takes a pill, a drink, or a drag just to

get by these days

I join the cliche

It's easier to fall apart when you have something tangible

to blame it on

Or maybe the lack thereof

And you'll have to forgive me, my hunger has been sheltered

The door to the cage has never been opened

this cannot surface if it can't get out

She runs to his arms, as if they are soft..or warm

A lie thrusted from her tongue

bleeding as it is spoken

I can smell it

She wants out

Your teeth are ripping out the mystery

I am dripping through the cracks in the floor

And you could write you words on my scars

I wouldnt mind at all

I wouldnt mind at all