Can I not be your second option , scratch that I mean your once a week midnight angle

  The girl you only call when you need someone to love you passionately

  To hold you and caress you,

  To inflate your ohh so fragile ego

  The girl who'll write love poems for you

  The lover girl who's always there for you

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  The girl who's always open for a call

  I can't keep being your once a week midnight angle

  One night, maybe one day when the pain has eaten me deep

  And my heart seems to be growing weak from all the suffering within me

  And I've run out of tears and my throat is sour from the screams

  Maybe then I'll look you in the eye and tell you I'm done,

  I'm done being your dopamine high

  Your ego inflater

  You're favorite pet

  I'm done being your once a week midnight angel

  You come to me with tears in your eyes

  Telling me how your life is hard and pain feels your heart

  You came to me once again, your once a week midnight angle

  You came for another hug

  Another night, for me to hold you in my arms

  But you don't know, I'm done

  I'm done being your bedtime snack

  Your favorite dopamine high

  Your 12th favorite

  The 7th best thing on your list

  I'm finally no longer your

  once a week midnight angle