Torn Up, In Tears

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Tears trickle and stick to my red skin

Like drops of glue on paper mâché

I've decided that I can never win

Because it hurts to even play

A fish out of water

A struck-down son

A dead daughter

A drowned sun

The space is growing ever smaller

"Come, my friend, let down your hair"

Whilst the tower of terrors grows ever taller

"That I may climb without a stair"

But you are no longer there

Everything I touch turns to dust

Every gem I find just turns to rust

Every day is just another demon

Getting his kicks out of my dreaming

You wrote me a letter on my body

Words of affirmation sinking into my skin,

Skin I'd hoped wasn't paper thin

Sealed with a kiss

Then you torched it, tore it to shreds

Said you'll always love me till tomorrow when I'm dead

By your hands

My own, behind my back in bands

So you could burn me at the stake

I'm nothing more than your mistake

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