Toxic from ... by Luke Morin

The skin… (The skin on my lips)
(The skin on my wrists)
It has to come out in some way.
(I feel my wrists. I feel my lips.)
I couldn’t believe they would betray.
My words were sweet and cold and petty.
(My love is one-sided)
And after all, I’m still alone.
(I only fooled myself.)
I am toxic to my core.

How do you see… (How do you see…)
The poison in me?
How do you see… (How do you see…)
The poison in me?
I can’t change.

You turn off when I say hello.
You walk away before I can follow.
You disengage so I can’t call out.
You don’t feel remorse./You shouldn’t feel remorse.

How do you see… (How do you see…)
The poison in me?
How do you see… (How do you see…)
The poison in me?

If I let it all run out,
I won’t survive.

The skin (made with love...replaced with blood.)
My love (another caustic chemical)

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