You’re the sort of pastel punk I live for-
With the red darkness simmering beneath
You shone bright in the blacklight
The screaming is nice
Especially since I know the background
It makes me silently cheer for you
While all the others cover their ears
They’re a bunch of heartless things
But you’re worth more than the whole wide world can give
I can’t decipher whether I long to nurture or otherwise
But I know you, among others, have my heart
And I’m content in this fact
I dress up for you, for God’s sake
Which for me doesn’t mean doing much, but still-
I’ll be leaving soon
And I’ll purposely avoid a goodbye
Since it’d just be awkward
And you deserve more
You’re such a sweet thing, and I shan’t forget you
I won’t allow it
You’re too much of a character for me to steal
It’ll be a trade
I’d be more than happy letting you steal me for something
Keep up that screaming and sound
Don’t stop now, keep going
And even though it doesn’t really matter-
I am so proud of you
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