Numbers

I’ve pried open your eyelids
And I’m forcing you to look, now
See?
My loins laid bare before you
All my ineptitude
And the lies

But no–you still don’t see

Do you?

My, my

You’ve wounded a soul or two today

1, 5, 14
1, 17, 14
1, 7, 15, 08
5, 12, 12
3, 2, 12

These don’t matter to you, do they.

Melanie fucking Zimmer

Fucks us all with her pretend lies

It’s not about the numbers
Meaningless to you
It’s
About
Me
Because these numbers
Are
Who I am

And I am nothing
But numbers
To you.

Oh you
Oh you
Oh you

Nothing —

Worthless

Even to me

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