for the screw-up.
Let’s just cut the crap, okay?
You said you’d be here, keep the pain at bay.
Well, good for you.
You said you’d love me till our last hours
Like a mindf-cking muse misusing his powers,
It wasn’t true.
You said all the time we spent
Would be worth more than the hell-bent
Crud I waded through.
Was she worth the effort?
Worth the strenuous lies made to cover the hurt?
I doubt she even knew.
Maybe you should run away.
Fall into step the way you (sick, pretentious) play.
But what good would that do?
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For all those hardcore night people and insomniacs, come and spend the night with us.
