I am the skeleton trapped in your closet
and all of my innocence has become irrelevant
I am the skeleton
I am the cobwebs lodged in your empty head
A reoccurring dream breads your insecurity
I am the cobwebs
Am I making a scene?
Is this embarrassing?
Am I making a scene
Is this embarrassing to you?
This isn't easy.
This isn't easy for me.
Excuses, excuses. You never had to do this.
You knew it, you knew it all along.
I'm picture perfect, pixilated, blurred and bleeding colors.
Tired and desperate.
Look at what's become of me.
I've been collecting dust for company
and I'll need no introduction, if I ever make it out at all.
I've been waiting and withering
For you to have some sympathy
For you to change your mind
You won't change your mind
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