Framer

You paint an ugly picture

And hang it on a wall

For everyone to see

I wish it would just fall.

It’s all lies I scream

But nobody’s listening

I just want to be free

To see what I’m missing.

But there is no escape

From this hell you made for me

Do you know what you’ve done?

The effect you’ll soon see.

The lies have spread

I can’t take any more of this

So I grab myself a knife

And pull it across my writsts.

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