Downwards spiral
fuck all
destroy
reminiscent thoughts from a cold night
in a hot afternoon
you wish I had a heart
you wish I had a soul
but all I can offer
is a puff of smoke
self destruction
is a weird blessing
burn myself
with a kiss
keep hidden feelings
that tear me apart
twist your words
and make them my own
portrayed you as a witch
wrote a mental note
not to let myself care
I wish I had a home
somewhere I could set fire on
and watch it burn
just watch it burn
You're pulling me away
and I should feel grateful
"it's the thought that counts"
that's what I keep repeating to myself
Turn your back on me
not to see the pain
walk away from me
not to listen to the last heartbeat
Oh!
I should've sensed the drama coming
lurking
conspiring
taking over
I'm a puppet
pull my strings
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