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Abstract Painting
A work of art, caught in a flash;
beautiful today but it wont last…
For all the light you brought;
darkness is coming and everything we had
is quickly burning;
I wish you didn’t play that song
the first time we met; the first time we kissed;
the first time we fucked;
the first time we fought;
I wish you didn’t play those songs.
Now I can’t listen to those songs.
burning in my chest; burning in my lungs;
waking from the nightmares of your disfigured face;
I still sometimes… like to look at pictures of you
and us; and the nasty porn we made together…
I am sick; I am sick, I am sick;
I feed myself on the past;
I still sometimes… like to look at pictures of you
I prayed for your death;
then simply prayed these memories wouldn’t last
I am sick; I am sick, I am sick;
I feed myself on the past;
I prayed for your death;
I still sometimes… like to look at pictures of you
and us; and the nasty porn we made together…
I wish you didn’t play that song
the first time we met; the first time we kissed;
the first time we fucked;
the first time we fought;
I wish you didn’t play those songs.
Now I can’t listen to those songs.
I am sick; I am sick, I am sick;
I feed myself on the past;
You were just a work of art,
caught in a flash;
beautiful for a moment but it wont last…
For all the light you brought;
I… prayed for your death;
I hold my breath…
too see you fail…
beautiful today but it wont last…
For all the light you brought;
darkness is coming and everything we had
is quickly burning;
I wish you didn’t play that song
the first time we met; the first time we kissed;
the first time we fucked;
the first time we fought;
I wish you didn’t play those songs.
Now I can’t listen to those songs.
burning in my chest; burning in my lungs;
waking from the nightmares of your disfigured face;
I still sometimes… like to look at pictures of you
and us; and the nasty porn we made together…
I am sick; I am sick, I am sick;
I feed myself on the past;
I still sometimes… like to look at pictures of you
I prayed for your death;
then simply prayed these memories wouldn’t last
I am sick; I am sick, I am sick;
I feed myself on the past;
I prayed for your death;
I still sometimes… like to look at pictures of you
and us; and the nasty porn we made together…
I wish you didn’t play that song
the first time we met; the first time we kissed;
the first time we fucked;
the first time we fought;
I wish you didn’t play those songs.
Now I can’t listen to those songs.
I am sick; I am sick, I am sick;
I feed myself on the past;
You were just a work of art,
caught in a flash;
beautiful for a moment but it wont last…
For all the light you brought;
I… prayed for your death;
I hold my breath…
too see you fail…
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