Old News
Stab my heart till I can't breath.
Take my air until I'm numb.
Rip my flesh until I'm raw n naked.
Squeeze my heart until I'm empty.
Alone..pure alone.
Fooled, pure stupidness.
Looking at you like you were something.
Wishing like it could've happened.
But, fooling myself was wat was happening all along.
Please rip my existence apart now.
Uve already cut me open, now let me close myself up properly.
No more shedding tears, cuz that's all I do.
No more you, cuz that's all I see.
Broken vases, like my broken heart.
But u were too blind to see any of it.
So I escaped and you grabbed something new.
And just like that, I became old news.
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