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He uses my own scars against me Creating new ones of his own design It's not his strength that I'm intimidated by Nor the look in his eyes when he's making me cry It's that I start to "understand" why I could deserve punishment just for enjoying the warmth of my shine

After my gold paint turned to rust What once shimmered now turned to dust And I began to lose trust that you would come back 'round to me again Oh what a fool I've been To just sit here waiting for an end But these horses aren't real And this love was just pretend..

I must be a pitcher of ice cold water because on these hot summer days People be looking at me Thirsty As fuck But just because your brain is sensing Just exactly how refreshing I can be Please, don't start waving your empty cup at me You see, it takes a lot for me to feel fulfilled And I've already had one too many spills Of this precious Wet Mess Of mine Far too many times Has a weary, dehydrated mind come to me cryin' Miming gestures To suggest his weather Has made him conjecture That I might be the kind of drink that could make him feel better But I can't, I'm sorry, However tempting I've just barely gotten over feeling "half-empty" For so long and now I am finally accepting This mess of mine For the enlightening tingle I can send in wrinkles thru your spine With nothing but the touch of a well-placed rhyme.. Drink me in With my waterfall of emotion If and when I decide to share my condensation Until from your own sk...

I hobbled over to you halfway broken, Soul stripped with nothing but a heart for a sleeve,