He drew on me with a sharpie
And it stained my skin,
It damaged the surface.
I think this serves as a brilliant metaphor
For the destruction of love
That followed him
Into my life.
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He drew on me with a sharpie
And it stained my skin,
It damaged the surface.
I think this serves as a brilliant metaphor
For the destruction of love
That followed him
Into my life.
