Keep Telling YourselfMature

I worship someone who I love more than I love myself,

He is worth more than me,

He only hurts me because I'm stupid.

I'm only depressed because I don't understand.

W/E don't hate each other, it's just a strange kind of affection,

Ruled by violence, fuelled by cocaine,

So maybe the bruises aren't accidental,

But he doesn't mean it,

It's just my fault that things are fucked up.

One day w/e'll be like w/e used to be,

Soon the addiction will just disappear overnight.

And I won't be a scapegoat for the drugs,

I'll just keep telling myself that.

The End

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