I'm sweating and beautifying
but inside I feel like dying.
These pictures of you just smile so hard.
I see what this work will bring me,
a new, handsome boy that I can't be,
I still can't believe you ran so far.
A heart not soft enough for you,
sad old man and what he couldn't do,
is all that's left since you walked away.
An angel in black,
who will never come back
helped me begin to die that day.
I guess I'll never make it.
I wish you would've let me fake it,
to have my own heart, but you had to break it.
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