I don't write to please you I don't live for your acception No matter how they bleed you The taste is not perfection I see you there I can feel you crawling under my skin With my nails sinking into the bone And I find you were never within The why've I bled for nothing? Why'm I soaked with pain? 'Cause of your word felt black to bone I never want to be you again.
Reason for writing:
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