I breathe the air of queens past
Respite I thought was sure to last
I was never meant to be your shadow to cast
Your tag-along you’d drag along
To smoke cigarettes and talk cars all night
No place for a child in your ragged life
Let me speak my concessions while you hold the knife
Bloodied and rusted
Like my mouth after another night of smoking cigarettes and kissing guys
My demise so demure
In my lies I was too sure
I was reveled and revered
Truth revealed, enveloped with real
Facts, flavor, fury, feel
I reel you in to feed you afoul
Who’s the fool now?
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