Your Child-like Demeanour Wore off, Charlotte.

I wear the heartagram as a sign of defiance,
as a memory of the person I once aspired to be.
You fucked up and you smoked up,
both two things you hated about me.

Hypocritical, hypothetical,
Madness that you once wrote on your wall.
the copyright mascara and pinned-up love heart,
You are never as good as the original.

Drawn to my tragedy, my doomed father.

And you wanted it so much.

You only ever wished you had a reason for your madness.
Look in the mirror.
Don't ever be fucking sorry then,
You know that I'm right again.

Draw in the drag of another twilight cigarette,
Fuck another whilst sharing your boyfriends bed.
The addiction made you ugly.

Your look is so similar,
Your confidence is unfair.