secondhand smoke.

The words that come out of my mouth
Sometimes they just fall out
And I can't tell if they really belong to me

Sometimes I hear my voice
Because my mind gives me no choice
But to say all these things I don't really belive

The baggage claim has my name
Written all over it
What a shame I lost the game
Before I had the chance to blow itĀ 

He never felt the need
To check for monsters before I went to sleep
She never believed
That all my nightmares were more than just vivid dreams
How could they not forsee
The monster they created in me

The blood that stains my constant sweaty palms
I can't remember how the stains got on
An ocean full of water won't wash it off

I wish everything I touch would turn to gold
But that dream is getting pretty old
I turn the whoe world gray and I can't stopĀ 

Look at my scars and ask the stars
What I did to deserve this
Born without a heart
Where do you start
At having chances at a real kiss

They smoke cigarettes
I inhale it
They break a mirror
My seven years
They spill the red wine
It stains my carpet
They make mistakes that I was birthed all to repeat

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