hey, pretty lady.
hey, pretty lady.
don't walk out the door;
my insecurities will scream loud enough
to punctuate the silence in our empty skies.
hey pretty lady,
nice to see you again...
what do you come here for, I wonder?
you keep leaving me after you're done.
hey pretty lady...
good to see you gone.
my frail paper heart
could only take so much
of debasement before it crumbled.
of debasement before it crumbled.
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