by Cadence Beret
I don’t miss you
I don’t miss me
I miss nothing
I miss no one
my miss-o-meter’s
blown out of whack
since we’ve been torn apart
I don’t feel pain
I don’t feel joy
I feel nothing
I feel no one
my feel-o-meter’s
blown out of whack
since I’ve been hurt by everyone
If you take my temperature
With your regular thermometer
You’ll quickly discover
That I’m colder than death can be
Don’t try to adjust your thermostat
To raise my temperature
Cuz the fire raging inside of me
Is hotter than hell can be
My internal thermometer
Has been blown out of whack
I can no longer function like
A regular thermostat
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