_laying in a bathtub full of freezing water, wishing you were a ghost_
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The world passes by & I just sit here to watch
Dry from the sun; sometimes you're too bright
I form clouds in the sky as you radiate light
Like a shadow, I am but the smoke from a dying candle
Nothing but a dream in the mind of what you live
This is coming undone--with your name on my lips
& you're the cancer on my skin
Your Starburst pink lips
My smudged up eyeliner skin
Your lies, feeding like a necessity
My tears, the world denies is there
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