She created
Nothing more than pious drama
That was doted on at every spare moment
I couldn't blame her
As she applied a layer of eyeshadow
To her already purple lined eye
Waiting for the call
Waiting to be wanted
Waiting for nothing
So I indulged her
Hoping my obvious state of superiority
Wouldn't leak through my smile
I hated myself for this
But it gets harder every day
When I'm realizing
That spilled milk
Is meant to be crying over
By those who can
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