I just need you to strip all the pigment you've used on my canvas. I just really need you to mark your name off my lips, out of my brain. You gotta take back everything I am because of you- the good too.

Knowing you aren't apart of my life anymore . Well, I don't want any trademark of you on my core.

It just burns my insides to even see a little bit of you still be a part of me . This isn't living .