Trees

This stonecold love
This ice hearted rejection
Just send me to above
Send me to perfection

The regular artificial blankness
The occasional genuine sincerity
The usual overdramatic fakeness
The temporary love of my family

The hurt behind my smile
The pain beneath my skin
I'll only be here for a while
Death is about to win

Don't forget me,
I'll be here in your heart
I'm fading slowly,
The end is beginning to start.





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