You only ever speak like a broken machine
Devoid of emotion
Where did the love go?
You made promises of being beside me. Did the last ten years erase that memory?
Of the small blonde girl, you once adored.
Now, this girl grew up. With only a piece of her heart beating in her chest.
Tell me, will she find you at the bottom of a bottle?
In the smoke of cigarettes, breathed in like a gospel.
Does this feel familiar? Like looking into a crooked mirror?
Would I see your signature at the bottom of this list
Of all the things you made me.