Is that my heart in your pocket or are you just happy to hurt me?
What’s a masterpiece like you doing with a disaster like me?
Hey, you see my friend over there? He wants to know if you think I’m stable?
Do you have a mirror in your pocket? Cause most of your decisions seem to reflect from there.
I hope you know CPR because you make me want to stop breathing
You know what would look great on me? Happiness
Did it hurt when you fell from your ego?
Did it hurt when you rose from hell to torment me?
Where are your scars?
If I could rearrange the alphabet I’d put U near the C
Is it hot in here or is it just my organs burning to see you?
Was your mother a thief? Because someone stole the stars and placed them in your eyes. Then they become butterflies and flew into mine, trapped in my abdomen.
Come here often enough to know how to escape?
I’d ask where you’ve been all my life, but the answer is in my dreams