At one time I was whole,
felt like I was made of pure gold.
Now that these feelings,
I'm tarnished.
You left me with disgrace made shaped like a harness.
And finally I managed to just break free.
Then the memories flooded in just to haunt me.
Steer clear, of the open spaces but do not fear,
the familiar faces.
I swear it's not bold,
to love what at one time you could hold.
That connection was really worth something,
weather a penny, a rhyme, or a weird scene,
in a musical we had been showed.
I'm sorry my friend was so cold.
Oh,
dear me, my thoughts are losing their shit fuuck youuu xanaaaax.
