Not Caring What You’ll Think

Here’s what is called not caring what you’ll think
You are here but my mind has rightfully drawn
A picture of you with all your whores
That could never measure up to what I want to be

There’s a tear falling from my eye, I want to blink
I fear that I am the only one you scorn
I will curse everyone without pause
Now watch yourself die willingly

I am here, but my heart has wrongfully left.

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