Dying Daughters
I hate myself for hating him
yet I lack justification
I treat everyone like my best friend
yet I only feel isolation
I talk too much
Since I have anxiety
And I have no friends
Since I'm not fucking friendly
Pain is my favorite teacher
Daily he fills me hallow
I stopped believing my preacher
So in my soul I choose to follow
Nearly daily I don't bother
Explaining to my mother and father
That I'm the next generation
Of children without a heart though
I take my lessons
And I run with 'em
I don't stop for nothin' more than a single breath
And with that breath I'll release the smoke of my past er
Floating in my sorrow and drowning in this thin air
Follow my white ass down this rabbit hole
Ignore the Pharisees and what they done to my psyche
As the sun rises; tomorrow comes to a dull close
Label us- the dying daughters of submissive lovely Aphrodite
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