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Her lips were fire 
And I loved the way it burned
Her hands were chains
And I willingly let her lock me up and away
Her eyes were traps
That I'd fall into 
With no escape route 
With no shred of doubt
That I ever wanted out
And you ask now
Why I have all these scars
See you loved like razors
And I let you cut me open 
Thinking this is what love is
And you took every part of me 
And put bars 
Around every artery 
And left me 
Locked up in solitary confinement 
All that's left is your silence
And the quiet kills me 
I would attempt to break free
But you're holding the lock
And you threw away the key
This isn't love
This is torture
Living everyday
In grey bedsheets
And basements where you read to me
A soliloquy 
Of broken promises
And broken hearts
Use my hollow corpse
As a door
Let my blood be a glowing exit sign
And my bones the steps
You use to leave my body
So I can finally begin
To live again

◄ Runners High

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