Matchbox

I'm different.
I'm unique.
Your voice means nothings cos you're crushable.
You have nothing I want to hold on to.
When I can't help it, I scream.
Lies that set me up for a bitter end.
I won't hear those bullshit again.
i have had my share.
It's your turn to have yours...

♥Take it back.

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