I slipped
into your purse with your matches your makeup and your works I rifled through your drawers to find your stash and I got a glimpse of your psychology you’re
packed to crash and end all our fun but that’s okay you just thought of it first when I was young I slashed my wrists the scars remain but the boy is gone he’s
on a rocket to the sun nothing now can bring him down
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