All my friends
Like to play pretend.
They're all my friends.
Did I never sell myself?
What have I made right or left?
Your bittersweet blood I sucked before/
I am just a well dressed whore.
Waiting for myself at the gate.
Right outside I left my decadant pride
In hope of showing that I could be humble.
I never would have tried had I any doubt
It waits for myself at the gate.
Promises are nothing but excuses;
Bribes and blind words coprised of lies.
Meaningless spurts of oral defacation
That I keep spitting until I grow tired.
If I came as myself would you recognize me?
Or should I paint my face a different shade until you think it's safe to scream.
I try not to care about the way I wear my hair, yet I find I dwell in front of a piece of glass I love.
I'm my only friend.
