Give me Seroxat any day over your love
Babe
Your love is not a drug
Come to me
slit wrists
tears in your eyes
We're grown
Teenage angst so cliche
It hurts to look at your mane
Running my fingers through it
doesn't solve my misery
But I can solve your anger
You cannot touch the breadth of breath
in my chest
ripped apart from angry sex
with your toensils
I ask for a hug
But what I get
a shrug
a crush of the bones in a mug
Something so out of touch with my intestines
Maybe you ask
why I stayed
but I refrain to ask
why you left
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