love and suicide go hand in hand
I want you...
The lies dripping from your lips
I need you...
The sweet nothings you fed me from day to day
I love you...
Three daggers being dug into my heart
I want to hold you...
I’m addicted
I want to kiss you...
I’m on top of the world
We need to talk...
Butterflies began to form in my stomach
As I pretend to be asleep after reading your text, you then delivered a text through my friends
Tell her I want to break up...
I went pale tears began to pour down my face
I want to be friends...
It’s seems that I’ve became best friends with this little silver razor since then...
Pain...
That’s all I’m familiar with
Lies...
That’s all I ever get
Love...
No longer, never again
Suicide...
My future
It’s funny how love and suicide seem to go hand in hand...
The lies dripping from your lips
I need you...
The sweet nothings you fed me from day to day
I love you...
Three daggers being dug into my heart
I want to hold you...
I’m addicted
I want to kiss you...
I’m on top of the world
We need to talk...
Butterflies began to form in my stomach
As I pretend to be asleep after reading your text, you then delivered a text through my friends
Tell her I want to break up...
I went pale tears began to pour down my face
I want to be friends...
It’s seems that I’ve became best friends with this little silver razor since then...
Pain...
That’s all I’m familiar with
Lies...
That’s all I ever get
Love...
No longer, never again
Suicide...
My future
It’s funny how love and suicide seem to go hand in hand...