I spend all my nights alone.
The tumblers from the tables to my lips are the only moves I'm making.
Unpaid bills like our conversation,never see resolve.
I get that you have to hate me to walk away. But I hope someday you don't still believe.
I'm the beast you made me,in your head.
You took an end of the thread when you walked away.
What started out spinning,now fucking unraveling.
Extending my reach I split my scars.
Just as it seems theres nothing left of me.
There's nothing left,nothing left of me.
You took the your dagger from my back.
Then you walked away.
Now there's nothing left of me.
Now there's nothing left.
I get that you have to hate me
I know you have to hate me
But I hope someday you don't still believe.
Still believe that I'm the beast you made me,in your head.
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