How does it feel?
Tell me the truth now.
Then weave them a story.
Turn me inside out.
Rewrite me,
In the image
You want them to see.
I'm used to that happening.
It means nothing to me.
You're telling me nothing I didn't hear before.
You're not the first to say I ruin everything.
I used to believe it in my core, but I know
That is what you need to tell yourself.
I might be stubborn and headstrong
But I'm not wrong.
You might see me as destruction,
If that's what you want.
If you need to hate, than hate me.
If you need a villain, look no further.
As long as you leave me be,
I'll gladly be your punching bag.
Fuck everyone
Who says everything happens for a reason.
You're wrong.
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