Tytuł: The Last Kiss

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Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see.
  All by myself, I'm alone in such poor company.
  The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink,
  I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
  pull the needles from beneath my skin.
  I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.
  You'll love the eyes.
  Have they always shown so vacantly?
  The more I show the less you'll want to know.
  I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
  pull the needles from beneath my skin.
  Now I'm on display.
  I am becoming.
  Hurt myself today.
  It's all for you.
  Do you like, do you like, what I'm becoming?
  Cut myself today.
  It's all for you.
  I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee.
  Pushed through your panes.
  Seems I've landed quite uncomfortably.
  But as I pass through souls of broken glass
  I can't stop the insects that are feeding.
  Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
  Please don't ask me just what I think, trust me,
  you don't want to know.
  Please don't ask me to open up, trust me, trust me,
  'cause I can't.
  
  
  [ Thanks d joseph for correction ]