A black line, I write through your face.
I try to scribble you out my memory.
But then you sneak back in as if there was a door to my thoughts.
You use your own personal key to the lock of my heart even though i lost the one to yours.
I use to love the color yellow, now I love the color black.
Because its the darkest color of paint i cant use to black out my feelings for you.
I try to scribble you out my memory.
But then you sneak back in as if there was a door to my thoughts.
You use your own personal key to the lock of my heart even though i lost the one to yours.
I use to love the color yellow, now I love the color black.
Because its the darkest color of paint i cant use to black out my feelings for you.
sk8terboi
Lily B. 
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