_laying in a bathtub full of freezing water, wishing you were a ghost_
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Behind this locked room is a part of me
That you will never see
See the tears gathered in my palms
See me tremble with fear and pain
See me desperately trying to appease my bleeding soul
In this locked room, my mask is gone
And I lie undressed on the floor
Drowning in the intensity of the moment
You will only pretend to care
Or pretend to not even notice
You will lose your grip on my hand halfway through
And you will go on with your shielded life
Never seeing me wave for help
Never picking up the signs
I will never be able to trust your promises
They are only empty lies
One of these days
I am going to regret this so much
One of these days
You will drown in my haunted fear
One of these days
You will be so sorry
When you realize that I am gone
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