Dead and Hollowed

I stand all alone
With all these bag of bones
I live my life by my own rules
Wearing my crown of jewels
I may be crazy
But what does it matter
I may be insane
But it's all in the batter
I may be in love with you
But you don't really care
I really hate myself
And that's no fair
For what it's worth, sorry
And for what it's worth, thanks
I'll go away now
But I'll come right back
To haunt you, to hate you
To rape you, to break you
To love you, to despise you
To make you, and to shape you

By: Rozz
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