I guess it's because EVERYTHING is changing at the moment, and in a week or so I think things should balance out again and I will start to recover a little consistency.
Until then, I'm afraid, I feel my blog will be boring. RX Bandits... all the time right now.
"This is the first time that I've ever told the truth before to scrutinize what we call fate belief in more of what's been forced into subconscious' hold my breath, hope to refrain.
Is love an infection or a sick addiction? When there's nowhere left to run to. Is love an infection or a sick addiction? When there's nowhere left, this crush is broken.
Her empty needle is my unsharpened sword, I stab, I stab, I stab, but I can't puncture
don't wanna let it, don't wanna feel it, don't wanna hear it, don't even wanna think about it
hold my breath, hope to refrain and if i can't afford her my veins begin to ache.
I don't wanna feel this pain no more. Have you ever felt so high that when you came down
you broke inside?
I know she won't take the blame
You love me, you rip my heart out, you've broken me for to long now."
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