Press that bloodstain to my chapped and faded lips

As if though contact i could regain myself

Carve your initials, stay claim to my flesh

I never wanted this prison of meat and bone

With my poets' lips, oven-blue and glistening

Resent myself for learning how to sing inside a bell jar:

"Yo soy la reina de los huesos, yo soy la reina del infierno, Estoy bien"

I can keep up the act

I'm not wearing thin

Love my work, full of joy, motivated, every day I'm not wearing thing Telling myself I can I can I can I can I can

Live with this compromise

Yo soy la reina de los huesos, yo soy la reina del infierno, Estoy bien Estoy bien

I hate my voice for never being what you wanted to hear

I hate my mirror for never showing me what I want to see

At my very best, I made a fucking mess of your bed, but it was a beautiful wreck, right?

She said if that's all I want to try then that's fine, Abi just let go and fucking

"I feel energised 100% of the time

I feel positive

I feel strong

Struggling to come up with new ideas is not making me depressed Drinking is not affecting my life

Cocaine is not affecting my life

I just need some time of whatever it is that makes you feel completed

I need to feel whole, and not like a shitty person anymore. I'm..."

Die

Die, Abi, die

I'll make sure your work dies with you