Parenthetical life, lonely eyes
(And it comes as no surprise when you run and hide)
I kill myself for recognition
I kill myself to ease my mind
I kill myself for appreciation
I kill myself to... pass the time
Why must you extrude negativity oh so vapidly?
And do you feel there is an excuse for your apathy?
“No.”
My love is a murderer, her killing is my crutch
Her silhouette upon the wall
And at night, I still feel her touch
She says she kills herself for recognition
She killed herself to ease her mind
She killed herself for appreciation
She killed herself to... pass the time
Why must you extrude negativity oh so vapidly?
And do you feel there’s such an excuse for your apathy?
Why must you extrude negativity oh so vapidly?
And do you feel there’s such an excuse for your apathy?
“No.”