Where was ones?
Where’s the top?
Much easier said
I thought so many things you don’t need to see
And I wish I’d had the chance to touch your face
Meeting in the dark
With these things I shouldn’t have started
No one cares about the rhythm of my heart
So this falls sharply silently
Fantasies are only for breaking and I’ll never be
Real
And after you there’s nothing there’s only
This emptiness
I couldn’t
I couldn’t
I couldn’t
Do those things I wanted to start
There’s only one slave
And no one gives a fuck about my heart
I still wish I hadn’t failed all those times I tried to kill myself and not leaving you means absolutely fucking nothing so
Here I am in the dark all alone waiting for no one to show as the night goes on and there’s nothing left
I fucked up the rhythm
Oops
Oh oh I don’t give a fuck.
I know.
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