ID#47 - Cold

It's not my fault
How was I supposed to know?
I need validation
Console me
Neither victim nor witness
Just a scapegoat
I swear it's the truth
Believe me
Stop crying, weak
Be quiet, seeker
This is how life works
Take the blame
Stop crying, weak
Be quiet, seeker
This is how life works
Get used to it
Enough about me
Tell me your side
Dare to say I did that
When you were the perpetrator
I will take disappointment
Over false honouring
At least, we'll be honest
Even if it hurts
Skin cold as stone
Unable to regulate
Body temperature
Reptilian heart
Shedding a new face
Purple nails, pale hands
Void of sunlight
Locked in obscurity
It's too late, I'm grown
No need for apologies
Useless life advice
Could have used the respect
It's too late, I'm grown
No need for apologies
Useless life advice
Mutual disrespect
More than just a silent treatment
Coded to be offline
Reserve my energy
For someone worthy
There is nothing wrong with me
This is how I always am
When I'm with you
Because I don't like you

Written by:
Valentine Hills

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