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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