Rotation
I rotate counter-clockwise in my sleep.
Trying to go back and undig this hole so deep.
Do you see my make-up melting away?
Acid tears burn flesh today.
Firy rage built up for years.
You see me exposed with all my fears.
Lovely one, you are to blame
so don't pull on my heartstrings, babe.
Yes, I don't play these childish games.
My love for a thousand people, without any names.
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