He'll tell me anything to convince me to stay.
Fed me stories, as if I'd digest them without second thoughts.
I hate myself for not breathing -
my lungs have turned as blue as I think the ocean is,
because I don't understand what freedom feels like.
I'm as broken as that porcelain doll
I've constantly wanted to break -
I foreshadowed my own collapse before
we even scraped skins.
He's been the magician since Day 1 ,
but I've been his assistant helping him
create illusions to amaze our audience
including my own eyes.
We were meant for each other
in this sick miscarried homicide - suicide ending.