Wasted Aesthetic
I wanna be pretty
Guy wrenchingly so
I crave to be a sexual being
A modern day whore
I shake with this desire
I was always that kid
Hand up first
I will learn, as a philosopher
Questioning the point
When we’re learning about the curve
Am I special?
I’ve been told not
And haven’t we all heard
Of the hormonal teen girl
Who’s faux deep
Well I’m a little tired
Aching with hunger
I’m waiting to be a skeleton
But I’ve never found
The trick
The roses are pretty
Wasting youth
Makes good posts
Dopamine like button
Ain’t stupidity hot?
You promised me love
Yeah, you fucking promised
But skeletons don’t have hearts
Roses always die
And we’re joining them
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