Cigarettes & Cyanide Poem by Nathan West
Cigarettes & Cyanide
This girl treats me like a toy to a child
Worshipped like gold, then I am ignored for a while
Most guys create trust issues like crushed tissues
Got these girls crying all the time so scared of being used
I want someone to accept me, except me
I want somebody like me to maybe like me
Never gunna be happy until a stranger sees it
Can you tell me I'm a pretty b*tch?
I'm feeling kinda giddy lately
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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