My own art gallery
Hello old friend
I thought we found an end
You got a beautiful mind
That u loved and put on a pedestal
Cutting blood vessels every chance you had
I am left with our past
That's still haunting me like I'm an expensive piece of art
All the time I begged to leave
Was fantasies I couldn't dream
I tried burning down the strings
So there's no way of coming back to me
But everytime I breathe, I see
I feel your presence like shivers down my skin
Then I start to wonder how it would feel
Living alone in my own art gallery
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