he glides his fingers across the faded piano keys.
"i'm never what i like,"
pounding.
"i'm double-sided."
warm.
"and i just can't hide,"
climbing.
"i kinda like it,"
trembling.
"when i make you cry,"
silent.
"cause i'm twisted up."
weeping.
"i'm twisted up."
inside.
YOU ARE READING
we'll sing a chorus
Fanfictioncomplete. she leaves a lot. her name is hope. hope and blurryface tyler
