O.C. Bearheart

POV

My morals? Throw them all away
My innocence? Sure, take it
Then put on a nice display
Of my heart after you break it
Because your artwork, yeah your craft
Is etched in every vein
Until the ghost that’s left of me
Haunts this world like a stain.
Had golden days and silver nights,
But left with empty skies.
I’d shoot myself, but I know of
Some other ways to die.
Suck on a battery, suck on ten
Cut yourself, do it again
Throw your sorry shitty ass right off a plane.
No one checks in, cause no one cares
And no one’s good, cause no one dares
To be the ghost that lingers like a stain.
I couldn’t be worse than I am
As a person
I couldn’t be worse than I am.
I couldn’t be worse than I am
As a person
I couldn’t be worse than I am.
I couldn’t be worse than I am
As a person
I couldn’t be worse than I am.
I couldn’t be worse than I am
As a person
I couldn’t be worse than I am.
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