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(mmmmmmmm saw you from the side lines,looking pretty on the other side in those glimmering lights aksed for your number and here we are)-...

Texting you day and night, feelings creeping in slowly. Starting to get dressed—pretending to be someone I don't recognize—just to impress a girl who's into me. Feelings are an unpredictable thing—people notice me changing to everybody around me, but (the only one unsuspecting is me). Baby, I'm falling slowly, letting out screams for somebody to notice me while the depths of the sea are pulling me in—reaching my hand out hoping for something—(anything)—to reach out after me. These demons are chasing me around every corner, hiding out inside every high, residing into every memory of you and me ending in a hell-searing fire—

(Calling me a liar in front of all your friends, cover me up with a smoke screen. It feels like you hate to be seen with me—when all I want is to be all over you).

Texting you all day and night, thought maybe things would turn out alright—but I've never fought harder against the waves that keep trying to drown me. Everyone and everything is getting louder and my sound's getting smaller. Why does a lover boy like me always get in the worst kind of trouble? Doubled down when I fell for you, showed you my inner shell hoping you'd do the same—reaching my hand out for comfort, but lately it feels like you built a fortress to keep me from coming in, treating me like I'm a trespasser. Falling too fast for you—sinking deeper into all the lies you told, your touch has never felt colder—

(Running from the demons I keep deep inside, trying to keep their sound down but I can't do this on my own)

Drowning in the depth of your toxicity. People say I have changed—I'm staring at myself in the mirror asking myself what happened—but I can't even look at myself the same. I'm starting to hate my own reflection, shattering every