Collapse to The Asphalt.

And its just a mark of a memory.
The lust.
I must.
I can't stop now,
It's become a dirty addiction.
And with each drop of blood.
I feel myself getting higher and higher.

Pure vodka running through my veins.
Cut me deeper,
and taste the pleasure.
Its all you ever wanted,
you can have it all for yourself.
As I collapse to the asphalt,
you just laugh.

You wanted this sight for way too long.
I'm growing pale, and I'm feeling so weak.
Pick me up, and look at the final drop.
Do you see your reflection?
Do you see what you've done to me.
And you can say goodbye with a smile,
aren't you proud of me?

Sick of all these people.
Who mark an X on their arm,
and say their life is over.
Get original my sweet,
Get like me.
No x's or o's in sight.
I've written a whole story for you,
cant see see it running up my wrists, to my shoulders?

The sweet liquor, flowing out of me.
Sweeter and sweeter it becomes.
Until there's nothing left.
But a few marks,
and a loveless heart.

by KillCourtney
posted on 11/16/2009