She Doesn't Mean Anything To MeMature

Leave me be.

Indecision is divided by impulse and stupidity
I could hide from the spite of ignorance
but it will always be something I despise
She's a gift of emnity
but she
doesn't mean anything to me 

Her touch lingers but it is impersonal 
These accidents happen with purpose
to mock and torture with insistence
She's her own worst enemy
but she
doesn't mean anything to me

I want to bruise the velvet skies
because there's no satisfaction
in the status quo

And I'm not going to fucking pretend
that it could be any other way
I lost her for a reason
because I was trapped by the liberty
that she
doesn't mean anything to me 

The End

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