sleep with my eyes open
staring at your eyes on the ceiling
you've breathed into me for years

and not one day goes by
in which i don't smell your skin
as if it was my own
and want to rip it out of me
but im a silly little girl that believes in lies
that i can be just as happy as them

so i'll let myself die again.
for it has always been just a game, in the end.
-Laceys Petshop


Leave me be