it happened for days

and he was always there

he watched me from afar

knowing to keep his distance.

we both lost

him i don't know how much

but even with the words he said

she still clung to his hand

and i vomited smoke and pain

and my veins were cracking

and my heart was giving away.

i don't know what'd happen

if i'd said it back

if i hadn't closed the window.

but i'm bad

i'm bad for him

i'm the girl that everyone will forget

i'm the girl

his mother warned him about

i'm the girl

with more problems than values

and i'm the girl

made out of pain.

and he...

he is a picture.

a colorful

beautiful

picture.

me in it

would be a

shame.

why ruin such beautiful colors

with one so plain?

game over

i lose.