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I'm never waking up again so I'll never have to find out what you did. Each day it's harder to pretend. That your eyes aren't lying as much as your mouth did. I'd grab your head by your hair and I'd hack it off. And put it on display at the front of the yard on a stick that's decorated with a little pink bow and a sign that says "Her friends and family should have taught her more about love." Dear Tragedy, I never had anybody. But being alone wasn't half as bad as being obsessed with a breath taker, a smile faker. But these years alone have eaten me alive. Recounting pages in a book. That I'd torn out ashamed that one day you'd look. Afraid that once you did you'd really know how it felt to be a sucker on a string that you dragged around wherever you'd go. I'm running around, around and it hurts. Tempted to tape up the pages I'd ripped. And although I recognize that we're attached at the lips ,you're the one in charge and that the captain's gotta sink with the ship. Breath taker, smile faker, how could I have let you in my life? You're a breath taker, smile faker. These years alone have eaten me alive.
