Breaking Pretty Things

i dont want to be anyones perfect
i want to scream into the void
that i am a broken shattered mess
i dont care if you love me
because my heart does not beat to be your game changer
and my muscles do not move so they can show you where to walk
i was a creature born from the fruits of Eden and
if walking alone is the only way
to eat the apple to gain the knowledge
to find my own fire
i would do it again

when i get told im loud and messy
a little bit embarrassing i dont mean to say so
but i wont dare to say sorry
because even if im the crack in a glass that dares you to break it
at least im something
at least im saying something


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