Why is it,
That everything I've done,
I always look back,
And people say,
"Don't worry.
You're saved."
Why is it that,
Everything that I touch,
Always comes back out at me,
And it threatens to hurt me just as much.
I have a
Hidden
Talent.
Shh.
I know how to dance.
I am
Anonymous.
And in a dark place.
Love is a
Wicked game
And
I
Don't
Want
To play.
Stop
Being
Anonymous,
Or
Continue
Framing
Me.
