I spill all this blood onto these pages
But you tear them apart
I guess they meant nothing
The strange thing is your tear of joy
why don’t you squeeze a little harder
My face isn't even turning color yet
You always thought you eyes were beautiful
Well I guess we all know how to lie don't we?
I HATE YOUR EYES
They remind me of my hear ripped out of my chest
You couldn't even wait until it stopped beating
I can feel the air trapped in my lungs now
Your doing better but you technique needs work
What am I talking about?
You the one who taught me to choke on my own words