She’s not so sure anymore, you know.
I mean, she’s living, right, but it seems that letting love lie is less than living lies love.
She’s dilated.
Pneumonia of the soul, she’s suffocating.
GET THIS GIRL ANOTHER COUGH DROP
More tired than hubcaps, she said.
(liberate me)
Muse’s blood is boiling, and her gauntlet’s nonchalant (get this girl another poker face).
The one woman show that just got erased
(crash her hard drive)
she’s a beast… befallen by what made her happy in the first place
finished last
caste (separate me)
she’s bound by all that made her who she was
when you can't even count on your fingers
Even my dreams have a Blog to sing…
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