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War Paint
Why should I
Come out in war paint
Why should I
Try and hide my face
Bury my head, in the sleeve of your shirt
Because you’re the one
Who hurt me first.
Why shouldn’t I
Make you feel like a dick
I did everything I could.
And it makes me sick
The indifference, of giving in
Please lets never speak again
I’ll go back to the black I knew.
I was only stealing light
From you.
when taste and touch
And sound returns
I’ll remember that fire
Does actually burn
That I never liked your mother
And I liked your father less.
I hated the way you would snigger
And the smell of your bad breath.
