Daydream
Do you realize that everything is a daydream?
You never realize what words you say, til they're out.
You can taste the bitter on your lips.
This is a type of daydream you can't escape from.
It is foolish to think you could give anyone anything.
You are a moron who couldn't make me feel anything but numb.
You are nothing but a loose screw.
I never knew I could fall to my knees before I was nineteen.
I have started to decay, all you would reply was K.
You only picked at my flaws, it was the only thing you saw.
We never never style, it's not in our style.
We would always scream.
This is all a cruel dream.
You once told me I would beam.
You never shined, but you were never mine.
Things have become strange.
You will never change.
You go down the same path, I will spare you my wrath.
Even though I am full of wounds.
I will rise.
No ropes will carry me, I am no longer the we.
Now I will be my own person.
I am no longer a shadow, you have given me one last blow.
I am no longer nothing, I am something.
I will not ask for you to forgive me.
I have done nothing wrong.
I am finally free, like a bee, I will fly.
I was too young for your burns.
I want to be able to grown like a tree, but you were like a flee.
I couldn't kill you.
You have found someone knew, I don't feel blue.
I am relieved, you will grieve.
I will never be naive again.
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