born to lose
my silver-sparkle tap dancer, im so in love with you and the pain and want you make me feel. so keep dancing across my flesh leaving my skin weeping blood out to you — you’re so beautiful. my silver-sparkle jazz dancer, i’ll keep my skin tight and you will choreograph dances to my sad melodies dressing them up with red face paint and white white skin. you make me feel and i feel so many things, so many beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Things with you. you are my secret in the bathroom, my secret underneath my jeans. and i feel for you, i want you. but i want no one else to go. so keep going, my silver-sparkle dancer. make me beautiful. leave me ugly.