Rinse my hair with full forced tears
Blanket blocking all my fears
But serving as a canvas for
The nightmares that make my throat go soar
The dream seems as big as a hot-air balloon
And my hopes were as high as the taunting moon
But wishes churn slowly into bullshit
As you come along with your charm and your wit
All hope is lost and it’s buried in hell
Just like my heart when I found you liked him as well
Another lost tally, more reddening cheeks
Confidence committing suicide, jumping off of high peaks
Never have I drowned so much
Reaching for something I can’t even touch
Here I go submitting so
To slumber with my hopes down below
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