Sweet as sugar,
hard as candy,
you aren't the god i wanted you to be.
hard as candy,
you aren't the god i wanted you to be.
spiders running, running everywhere,
white hot wit and dangerous flare,
your face isnt pretty.
white hot wit and dangerous flare,
your face isnt pretty.
more indecisive everyday you grow,
crumbling with delight i swallowed you down,
every last speck of me was gone.
trickling with remorse now you shudder,
and i,
i will be happy. i hate the sound of your voice.
and i,
i will be happy. i hate the sound of your voice.




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