i’m happy but there’s a missing piece nothing on this earth could ever make it complete i’m a little lone wolf it’s how i like to be but late at night i cry when i drive down that street, it’s a grief that i can never seem to shake it’s a gaping wound a smile i have to fake i life i could’ve had a fantasy i create we never stood a chance too late for a clean slate, i’m sorry if it made you feel like you weren’t good enough i’m sorry if i broke you i was scared and young or maybe you don’t care or you’re just playing tough i vomit poetry i’m nauseous at the thought, should’ve asked you first i can’t forget that call my body hit the floor now i can’t stand white walls and i get dizzy from the smell of ethanol i drown the memories with cheap clear alcohol, you never loved me more than blow my blood is slowly growing mold i needed you for me to hold it tore me up and turned me cold i’m bitter as i’m growing old did i fuck up i’ll never know the horror and the pain i hold you’ll never know you’ll never know

and do i hate you for it? this butterfly lost her wings convince myself i’m not scared but when you touch me it stings