Perfect Disaster upon my heart
Maybe it was stupid, maybe it was smart.
I lay here motionless, wishing to be emotionless.
Why am I crying? I never had you, why am I lien I wanted you.
Of course I was trying, I wanted something new.
Now I'm despising those words I said to you.
Now I'm sighing thinking of all the things we could do.
A perfect servant, to a master to sweet, now nothing but dirt under the creek.
My heart was warmed just for me to finish it.
My heart no more as it was when I shielded it.
Let me cry alone in the garden of nightmares, alone, waiting to be free.
Being so close to the smell of your sweat, I was merely affected...
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