cutie pie, just so
beautiful, love but
you don’t feel that
way back, it hurts.
try to find out why,
but i can’t, and i’m
left inside this cell
wishing you didn’t
crush my heart, go
run back to him, the
guy that hurt you so
hard so long before.
is it because you
like the fuckboys?
only living for the
temporary thrill he
gives you? you just
can’t escape from
the simulation, so
you’re settling for
the safe pick, you
won’t find anyone
to be the upgrade,
you’d rather play
with the emotions
of the kind ones
and hurt them?
why did you build
me up? why’d you
lead me on? now
i’m left here alone,
rotting in prison as
i try to figure out if
i was even worth it.
i’m nice, right? my
niceness isn’t toxic,
is it? oh, i guess so,
because if it wasn’t,
i wouldn’t be sitting
here in this cell, huh?
doesn’t that suck.
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