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effect and cause
I blame you because it’s convenient
It’s so easy to say you are the reason why.
It was you that cut the ties of every person who meant something to me.
It was you that hindered intimacy with every lover who has been insecure by the shadow you cast.
I’ve stopped dancing because you've broken my legs.
I’ve forgotten how to feel because you’ve slashed me open and hung me up to bleed out.
I take the jagged glass and pounds of salt and I swallow it down without hesitation,
Because you told me I deserve nothing more.
You live your life in Technicolor,
Smashing into tables and knocking over vases and candles and picture frames,
All the while you leave the pieces for someone else to prick their fingers trying to make it whole again.
You drink from the most pure of streams and pay no mind to all the souls that were wrung out to fill it.
You plop your flashy bait into a pool of innocence, and I trusted you.
You reel me in on your hook and your eyes widen as my body thrashes around in fear of your world.
You watch me squirm in the mire and you feel so in control,
Then on my last beat you rip the hook through my flesh and throw me away.
And I don’t gather myself.
I just float and watch my blood become water
Feel my wounds and the burn of being used and it becomes me.
And I would rather be dead.
It’s so easy to say you are the reason why.
It was you that cut the ties of every person who meant something to me.
It was you that hindered intimacy with every lover who has been insecure by the shadow you cast.
I’ve stopped dancing because you've broken my legs.
I’ve forgotten how to feel because you’ve slashed me open and hung me up to bleed out.
I take the jagged glass and pounds of salt and I swallow it down without hesitation,
Because you told me I deserve nothing more.
You live your life in Technicolor,
Smashing into tables and knocking over vases and candles and picture frames,
All the while you leave the pieces for someone else to prick their fingers trying to make it whole again.
You drink from the most pure of streams and pay no mind to all the souls that were wrung out to fill it.
You plop your flashy bait into a pool of innocence, and I trusted you.
You reel me in on your hook and your eyes widen as my body thrashes around in fear of your world.
You watch me squirm in the mire and you feel so in control,
Then on my last beat you rip the hook through my flesh and throw me away.
And I don’t gather myself.
I just float and watch my blood become water
Feel my wounds and the burn of being used and it becomes me.
And I would rather be dead.
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