Nixie Q. H.
Forget Me, Please
I used to believe, allowing all the pain to act as relief.
I just let you hurt me...
Dust falls from my mouth, my words might as well be air.
Now I've found my illness, cries no one ever hears...
I'm so tired of the abuse, sick of all the hate.
The lies that you love me, your embrace is just your bait.