She plays with razors
She traces he scars
She counts her flaws like she counts stars
You think you know her but you dont
Everyday her thoughts get darker
Her heart sinks a little more
She doesnt see the light anymore
“Open up to me, I won’t judge you.”
“Trust me, I won’t hurt you.”
“I’ll never leave you.”
“I love you.”
All the lies they told me.
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she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s Ms. United States
Clap clap clap clap….. Hmmm are we suppose to clap at what you just said?