I have some friends who are stars;
I have some friends that are black holes
But in the infinite, we all have to fall under some spectrum
There's an ornate behind every ornament we put up

We all start out as untitled parts and untitled hearts
Until someone fills your space
And frankly, I should have known by the way you piled on words of hatred.
And I am a system of deleted files and shut down curses
You wrote in all capitals "I WILL RUIN YOU."

And hey, I let it happen.

But I have had that file in the trash for so long,
Are you sure you want to delete this file?
Yes, I am sure.
I have been sure since you were drunk
I have been since you were a faker 
I should have since the beginning. 

I am clearing up space on this disk of mine for cotton candy lips and gentle smiles.
Something that your never had.

Maybe I'm scared that you've stopped caring
Maybe I don't care. 

But hey, at lest no more war.