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You tied me up, you stripped me down and asked if I had ever done this.

Sadly I was truthful and openly admitted i was inexperienced.

With the sharpest razor you cut me over and over from my heart to my hips.

And carved your initial wherever you stopped and gently cut my lips.

You said "so you can never speak of this again, I'm nothing but a memory.

And you'll find this a lot easier if you forget all about me."

Then you laughed and said now is your turn to try it on me.

You thought you had tactfully played me like your favorite song.

But sweetheart I'm sorry to break it to you but you played me wrong.

I masochistically copied, with more grace, all of your moves.

Now I laugh in your face cause now it's not me suffering its you.

Never speak of this again, I'm nothing more than a memory.

You can lie here all night and bleed out just for me.

Cause all my scars from you have healed up nicely now.

And you're nothing but a memory and they fade like old photographs.

I'm better off without you..

note: This was written about my best friend for years who has recently stopped hanging out with me and changed herself completely just to be scene.

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You cut your hair, you changed your eyes.

Now I'm wondering if you're in disguise.

Yesterday your new favorite band had a greatest hit.

And I'm just trying to make sense of all of this.



You were fine the way you were before.

Now you're just trying to fit in with the whores.

You still have time to redeem

and save yourself from this scene.



You spend hours making your makeup look poorly put together.

You fell in love with a boy that looks like a girl and claim its forever.

I think he should go through puberty

and let his depressed soul be free.

I laugh because I used to be just like you.

There's still time to get out of this phase you're going through.



You were fine the way you were before.

Now you're just trying to fit in with the whores. Theres still time to redeem

and save yourself from this scene.



The band on your shirt is nothing close to the genre you prefer.

After weeks of this I can infer.

You're nothing like what you claim to be.

Now all i ask is that you stay the hell away from me.





You were fine the way you were before.

Now all you want is to be a whore.

There's still time for you to redeem

but you'll never save yourself from the scene





you try your best to cry during class.

Whatever happened to us listening to The Clash. Now you're in your fingerless gloves and thick rimmed glasses,

and your arm is elegantly covered with gashes.





You're different than you were before.

Now you're just another whore.

It's too late to redeem,

you're far too into being scene.

Just to make a point, I'm sure you can remember.

When you taught all the things he said were ridiculous.

I was brainwashed for two years before you came into my life.

Broke down after seven months sober and you told me I'd be alright.

And Kenzie said that the change in me is really clear.

And we all know that she speaks the truth.

It's all in your head, life is not a shameless waste.

And I love you, goodnight.





Maybe we could overcome, the paranoia that sets deep within our lungs.

And I'l feel free to stare at the stars from 1960.

Then we'll feel alive, every night as I slowly learn to survive.

We'll take it slow because we have time.

Maybe someday you'll be minne.

There's still a lot of time for relationships.

When my mind goes astray.

I think of days when paranoia has gone away.

And we help each other over come paranoia setting deep within our lungs.



You'll help me be okay, yet you'd still love me.

It'll turn things around and my mind would be free

and we'd stare at the stars from 1960.

i stare blindly at my reflection, for it has to speak the truth.

It shatters at the sound of my violent screams of "I love you"

Forever you will see my well-afflicted ghost.

To say the least you're the one I love the most.