I am an inconsiderate bastard on most accounts.
I plead guilty, now that it's all out war.
Let's make it clear, you were never more than a lousy score.
We miss out by default.
I'm not even trying that hard.
Outside, let's see you carry your own.
This is no surprise.
It's not that I never told you,
We both know I did.
I'm sick of the intricate confusion you lay like bait,
From here to anywhere but you.
(Or where you stand.)
Did you really think I'd make a change to suit your skin.
I don't quite fit your precious little cage.
No more distractions.
Why waste a perfect day,
On your decay.
So this the first time I'm not lying when I said I'm fine.
Cause I'm sick,
Sick of being sick.
Sick of being told what or who I am
I'm worth it-every single act of love that comes my way.
Did you really think I'd make a change to suit your skin.
I don't quite fit your precious little cage.
I will not break myself
No more
How precise. I see that you finally caught on. I am an inconsiderate bastard on most accounts. I plead guilty, now that it's all out war. Let's make it clear, you were never more than a lousy score. We miss out by default. I'm not even trying that hard. Outside, let's see you carry your own. This is no surprise. It's not that I never told you, We both know I did. I'm sick of the intricate confusion you lay like bait, From here to anywhere but you. (Or where you stand.) Did you really think I'd make a change to suit your skin. I don't quite fit your precious little cage. No more distractions. Why waste a perfect day, On your decay. So this the first time I'm not lying when I said I'm fine. Cause I'm sick, Sick of being sick. Sick of being told what or who I am I'm worth it-every single act of love that comes my way. Did you really think I'd make a change to suit your skin. I don't quite fit your precious little cage. I will not break myself No more Explain Request ×
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