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The morning kisses my back

Your brow is resting in my hand

I'd rather die than move

Unless I breathe so gently

Your curly hair is just falling on me

I can't understand at all

When, or why, or how

You became... you became... you became so close

Over broken mirrors' glass

Through your wild and tangled hair

You're wondering what to wear outside

Trusting like you trust yourself

In your sick and fragile frame

You still , don't understand

Who you really need

You played the victim like a star in a drama scene

You broke your fingers just refreshing Instagram

I'm sick and tired of your twisted little lies

Your body is a temple, not disguise

I won't be faking, acting like we're still the same

You got your peace now, but I'm drowning in the pain

Over broken mirrors' glass

Through your wild and tangled hair

You're wondering what to wear outside

Trusting like you trust yourself

In your sick and fragile frame

You still , don't understand

Who you really need