This image of a girl
A cliche written out
across your pc screen
Let them all laugh
They say "Just what I thought"
You've done this to me
But I don't blame you
No, I blame the miles of insecurity
Stretching from my fingers
When I turn the faucet on
Pour over me:
Insecurity
Pour over me:
Indecision
Pour over me:
The ultimate vision
No shower can wash me
of the filth
No cold water pouring
makes me any warmer
No matter what I eat
I will never be full
No amount of sleep
will chase dreams away
I'm hollow
And with every bed I take to
I try to convince myself
That all of these passions
will take away the pain
But capricious desires are distractions and lies
And you
You make me hollow
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