About
A call to wake me up early at 4 in the morning.
"Who were you with and where?" they ask me, what's that mean.
I can only give an excuse, an evasion of the truth.
Why did I used to love hearing.
"You're the only thing that I need" what's that mean.
My body hurts from laughing so much.
Why does it seem that they're only used to forget?
The bitter taste of hot burning S P I C E !
Just this once I'll let you have some.
Because I know that you're taken with, with my taste.
And doesn't it make you love it even more?
It's still not enough, so tell me more.
About your spice.
"I want to see you now, in person not over the phone."
So you still want to take my advances again.
But, know that you won't get any further than anyone else?
Try to catch the key and navigate to my hate.
"I love you" that's what they all say.
It's only a ploy I used on you in the game.
Of love that I can never lose.
The bitter taste of much too sweet syrup.
That you choose to only take from me.
Skin on skin and I know what you taste like now.
For now it has me satisfied!
Despite it all I sitll don't know what love is.
I only guess it could be good for me.
But if it's good, then why is it painful?
Is the way of loving all that fun?
Hey, this is my very own S P I C E !
Just this once I'll let you have some.
Because I know that you're taken with, with my taste.
And I know it makes you love it even more!
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Journal
Life, lolz.
Well, description of a journal. It's a book, it has paper, it's black, with white letters on the front that says "DEATH NOTE" and I make sure to write all of my friends names in it, coincedentally, I never see them again. (Doesn't watch the news.)
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KaynLuzioMartino&&&BrooklynRueHaibel.
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