the KILL word

Current mood: worried

Count your riches and fake your losses
Count your fingers before children bite them off
Rip off your fraudulent smiles
No one will believe you anymore
I am missing a ghost
And losing my home

Sick of posers
Standing tall and alone
The night grows colder
Word misunderstood
the light guides you before dimming begins
she’s a stranger to reflection
losing as it sinks in

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