SadBoy

I feel so fake, My heart has been replaced, With a void Full of pain and hate, Ill be okay...im not okay, When I'm with you i feel im out of place, But girl you have to see That your not the focus of my rage But the fodder to the flame, Not the focus of my pain Your the fucking razor blade, the reason for those days I wanna paint my ceiling red, You made it a point to rub my Mortality in my face I think I'm over you, what am I gonna do You took my heart And still keep it with you Like A sick trophy Dedicated to a boy who worshipped you Everytime i tell myself that everything will be okay Makes me hate myself more for lying to my own face I left my heart at your door You buried it with a spade If I known you were a whore I wouldn't have wasted all those days