He glances from across the room, the lies uttered...
I should be used to it by now, the incessant tears...
The glares are getting old, babe.
I don't know or care if you've noticed...
Do these words sound familiar?
Remind me to recite them...
Taste this chaos,
of my heart...
I've been thinking bout the last few years,
the mistakes have come and gone...
Our love was pure. |
To die alone is to die in your arms. Once your arms held solace, now they hold my death, lingering on your breath. |