I don't want to feel you

I don't want to know you

I don't want to lay here

By your side

As you cry

At night

I don't want to feel you

I don't want to love you

I don't want to owe you a letter

I don't want to decay you

Don't you know

That I have

Already betrayed you

You don't.

You don't know anything

Your pretty little words are just

The fear in my heart

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Turns out,

I only sing when I'm sad

I feel bad when I'm in trouble

Can't escape but have to smoothie it

Stroke the engines

But I tend to choke otherwise

Nothing right now sounds better than chocolate

I suppose

I'll settle on

Some Simple structure

I suppose

I'll get along

With

Why can't I be the girl in the songs that they sing about!

Can't get it out of my head

But still I sing along

As if the skinny pretty

Fragile porcelain things

They need

And sing about

Could ever be me

She could never be me

So I'm evil

But she's the straight up devil

Yes I strain to smile

But rarely do I sprain and ankle

I've been praying for departure

The city, country is just torture

I should really comb my hair though

I tend to cry my eyes out

Then pretend I'm not

But you're pretentious

I can't even get a job.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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[The Festival Project ™]

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