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Letters U Wrote
02:54
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I'm just a bat
Helplessly trapped in your thornbush
You prick me and shred up my wings
You cut me
Expect me to take it
Now I can't fly away
'Cause I got papercuts
Slice up all my arteries and veins
You say that you love me
I believed you
So like sand I gotta slip away
The letters you wrote to me
They're shattering me into pieces
And much like tempered glass
You can't just glue me back together
You wanna talk and break bread
But sprinkle holy water on my head
And you sneak around when I'm sleeping
But you cast yourself as innocent
You take off the filter when you write those
Two and a half page pages
You think that you're doing God's work
But your exposing the Devil within you
The letters you wrote to me
They're shattering me into pieces
And much like tempered glass
You can't just glue me back together
'Cause everyone's telling me to escape
And keep myself safe from abuse
But the most beautiful flowers are poisonous
And your attitude feels like a noose
And I've internalized
That my happiness comes secondary
To expectations
So I resigned myself
To misery
Until college
And I scrutinized
My every move
I've learned I'm my worst critic
But I cracked some eggs
And found myself in the mirror
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Liar
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I'm a liar
I'm a liar
I'm a liar
The most dishonest son of a gun that you ever did meet
My mom says she don't know me
My friends rather not see me
I lead a double life
Or maybe three
I'm scared to show people the real me
The real me
The real me
The real me
'Cause I'm a liar
I'm a liar
'Cause I'm a liar
The most dishonest son of a gun that you ever did meet
'Cause I'm a liar
I'm a liar
'Cause I'm a liar
The most dishonest son of a gun that you ever did meet
Why should you listen to me
The words out my mouth
May as well be a neurotoxin
To make you feel sympathy
My mom says she don't know me
My friends rather not see me
I lead a double life
Or maybe three
I'm scared
I got social anxiety
'Cause I'm a liar
I'm a liar
'Cause I'm a liar
The most dishonest son of a gun that you ever did meet
The most dishonest son of a gun that you ever did meet
The most dishonest son of a gun that you ever did meet
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Eevie Echoes & The Locations Brooklyn, New York
Love Hard. Fight Harder.
Brooklyn, NY
Queercore/Pretty Grrrl Punk
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