still write
Let’s call it: I ate my Costume
I tried to wear your clothing
But there is only so much pretending
A costume with shitty sewing
Can only have one ending
And I wanted to forgive you
But it’s not in my nature
I wanted to forget what you did
But I’m not a forgetful creature
And when you throw me in the mud
I can’t help but crave the taste of your blood
If I could eat your face
I would tear apart the one you waste
Without your smile
Without your denial
Just use the one
Put some bullets in your gun
They all lie the same
Disregard the shame
And are always prey
When I’m coming their way
