Kiss with me lies on your lips and I'll catch your cold.

And thus from then every word from my mouth will be dripping with false accusation and promises born to be neglected.

Forget me in your nights of paid pleasure with people that talk too much to keep themselves from drowning in their own drunken habits.

I'll keep my head up with a promise that I will be the one on the runway, smiling at the all prurient eyes that ravish me with an unphysical touch.

What will do you then?

Your virginal angel once so pure lusted after by eyes that you can no longer shield?

Your title no longer holds me back.

And I hate to remind myself ...that you're the one who left and not me.

I was your innocence; what happened to mine?

Another waste of time but the the clock was too fast for me to breathe it all in. I saw perfection melt through a filter and all that was left for me was a broken picture frame.

If tape and glue could really fix things; I would fix this.

If VCRs were really worth anything ...I'd Rewind. Play. Pause.

Catch me when I fall. All the times I stumbled I caught myself with the thought of you infront me. My hands held me up but it was your image that kept me alive.

Hold my hand and take me wherever you're going. I need to put on my shoes; should I pack anything? Do you think we'll go very far?

I hate being left behind, especially by you.

Let's pretend. Let's both pretend. Let's make it okay.

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