i am

i am the great pretender
the master of the art you see
i am this unabashed offender
act like this love is a mystery

this love is a story i sell
while you nurse your strawberry gashes
pretend to empathise with your version of hell
playing pj harvey and bat for lashes

maybe one time before
love filled my heart
i felt some feelings i could explore
now no epinerfrine can ever restart

i get one weak beat
when i cause you emotional distress
your pain is my pain on repeat
my selfish hunger for feeling i confess

i light a candle in the dark
spray scent on my cold dead chest
is that florence and the machine you remark
your tears of my rejection are the best

dont care if you leave in grey morning
im dead and dont need your warm press
i died inside, only i was mourning
kiss of sleep was offered and i said yes

perhaps a vamipre hypnotising
i can crush every aorta
these are the mirror heartbreaks im revising
before i take your fragile emotions out to slaughter

i am a paper gangsta pretenda
who fills his own head with lies
this cardboard monsters propaganda
its not those girls its myself i despise

please

restart

my

heart