Botch

Set apart great divides.
You are not what you seem, always different, always changing.
It brings the worst out of me, and it's here to stay.
That's the way it's always been for me.
Always on your attire silences what you think and now you're wearing eyeliner.
So lie.
Now see how you look in the light not so different and it's hard for you to swallow.
Gone.
Don't change a single thing at least not for me just keep acting.
It's maddening it's flashbulb thoughts it's contrasting.
Can't decide who you are no feelings plague my head we'll all be specimens.
It's your fault, fucking up the kids.
Complaints have all been heard we're tired we're bringing out the dead.
Where's the first you that I knew?