Fucked.

Three slow hours...
Consuming what once gave me happiness.
And it fucks me over.
And if I could feel the burn between my lips
Maybe we'll be okay.
But I can't fake it when you're threatening on your life.
But honey, blame it on me.
It's not your fault.
I'm entirely to blame for every fucking time you wanted to die.

by xxBlackRainbowxx
posted on 04/10/2009