Painted Silver

The graphite of my brain printed on the other side
Of a decorated page full of intersecting lines
Tiny parts of me fall out of my eyes
Painted silver giving them the impression that

They're not dead and broken
That they're not dead and broken
That they're not dead and broken
That I'm not dead and broken

Fill my lungs with toxic things
Lie to me through your teeth
My lungs are burning

Fill my lungs with toxic things
Lie to me through your teeth
My lungs are burning



Credits
Writer(s): Erik Trotter
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