I want to
what I don't need to
give me joy
and I'll give you
a boy.
That boy is me
dead, long ago
can you bring him back
or do you prefer an asshole?
Words don't mean a thing
I finally get it
but maybe if you're real
I would not reject it
I can hold to empty words
but not for too long
kill me instead
you fucking mockingbird.
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