Falsity.
Am I not good enough, not good enough for you?
I think you don't know that I notice, but babe, I do.
Dear, darling
You can make me smile, make me laugh
But I'm beginning to think this is a falsity.
It feels like a fucking knife,
A cruel, sharpened blade.
I hope the liquid stains your hands, stains your clothes.
Feel a vein pop, create something you loathe.
I think you don't know that I notice, but babe, I do.
Dear, darling
You can make me smile, make me laugh
But I'm beginning to think this is a falsity.
It feels like a fucking knife,
A cruel, sharpened blade.
I hope the liquid stains your hands, stains your clothes.
Feel a vein pop, create something you loathe.
♠ ♠ ♠
Stress: Relieved.Good night, good night.