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worthless
a fixable perfect
are you worth it?
seamless in person
is it working?
dreaming in cursive
every mirror shows a stranger

you could tell me what i already know
you're living in my head on your own
the lights are on but nobody's home
you may've never thought it before

worthless
my skin doesn't fit me
i'm allergic
I could teach you the things I haven't learnt yet
every meaning is merged and
every word is in a hurry yeah

you tell me what i already know
you're living in my head on your own
the lights are on but nobody's home
you may've never thought it before

blind mind reader
whining ground believer
early morning dreamer
might be good for breathing
im in season
find another reason why
why we're here

worthless
scream at the walls and go to church yeah
i feel where it rains under your pearls and
i need you to stay
but i'll be gone before you wake me up to

tell me what i already know
you're living in my head on your own
the lights are on but nobody's home
you may've never thought it before

blind mind reader
whining ground believer
early morning dreamer
might be good for breathing
im in season
find another reason why
why we're here


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Mourning Routine

stupid mind

something real

Hands tremble, cold skin, in the corner of your stare
Fingers trace the air, you're not even there
A phantom pulse, beats in my ribs, it won't quit
You're the scream in my throat, but I can't spit

Unrequited—etched in stone
I'm a ghost in my chest, in a house that's not home
Every glance, a funeral dirge
I fade into you, but you never converge

Lungs full of silence, choking on the weight
Heart skips like a record, scratched by fate
Shadows of your smile, stretch across my mind
Love's a cruel mirror, reflects what it won't find

Echoes—of words unsaid
Sinking ships in my head

Unrequited—etched in stone
I'm a ghost in my chest, in a house that's not home
Every glance, a funeral dirge
I fade into you, but you never converge

Glass shatters in my voice, the falsetto screams
Switching shapes, chasing dreams
You’re my chaos, my peace, my undoing
But the thread unravels, no point in pursuing

Ghost in My Chest

something real

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