You are not you anymore
You're made of all these strange new parts
These parts that aren't you
So stop pretending you're the same
Stop pretending you are the all mighty
And get off that high horse, Frankenstein's Monster
You're not
You make me kind of sick
The way you think you're unchanged
Still so true to us
Like the world would fumble if you left for an hour
I'm not okay anymore, and not just because of you
I wish I could laugh like I speak
And speak like I write
You make me sick Frankenstein's Monster.
You're still my best friend.
--Angsty journal write. Boom.
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