Eyes paced the room
Looking for something to consume
And I still felt like a child
Still felt like a child
Get out of the bed, that speaks to you, when your forced onto it
A these walls saw the way I was forced to submit.
The sheets feel like paper in this empty room
Just hide what they've done, its OK, they assume.
The light outside the window gleams on the floor
Leaving the bad taste of memories stuck in the bottom left drawer.
You grabbed the wine glass and shared it with me
The fluid made it resemble, my blood staining your teeth.
I relapse into colors and shapes, feeling the spin of their fantasies
Praying the only thing damaged would be my self esteem.
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