Your empty heart makes it hard for me to breathe
Now mine is full of half-cigarettes and false teeth
Mom's whistling in the hallway while I'm making myself bleed
I don't think you know it but your eyes are turning green
Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend that you love me
You'd never say it but you don't have to; you wish that you could leave.
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