Picking At The Scabs

Discussion in 'Off Topic' started by Inimical, May 23, 2020.

  1. I'm picking at the scabs,
    You left on my heart.
    I thought it would be,
    Till death do us part.

    I'm bleeding internally,
    Hoping you mourn for me.
    Heart on a hospital gurney,
    After it's long journey.

    Call me baby,
    Call me dummy...
    Call me anything,
    But my name...

    Stop talking so formal,
    Like that's always been normal.
    A requiem for lovers,
    Who no longer love each other...

    Demons in my head,
    I'm battling depression.
    Drinking to my regret,
    There'll never be a recession.

    Heart going into shock,
    Please revive your feelings.
    Please rewind the clock,
    To when you were my rock.

    Don't call me by name,
    Call me stupid...
    The reality is surreal,
    It's too lucid.

    You're breaking me down,
    Like trappers and coke.
    I'm laughing at the pain,
    But it's far from a joke.

    I can't breathe,
    When you leave.
    Call me a dumbass,
    Just not my name...

    Call me anything,
    Anything but my government.
    From under my wing,
    You just up and went...

    From high off your love,
    To an all time low.
    I just can't let go,
    So...

    I'm picking at the scabs,
    You left on my heart.
    I thought it would be,
    Till death do us part.

    I'm bleeding internally,
    Hoping you mourn for me.
    Heart on a hospital gurney,
    After it's long journey.
     
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