Theres some texts that I cant erase
Some conversations Ill always save
Ill look into his eyes
And Ill see your face
I wont kiss him in your basement
I cant open up to him
He'll touch my face
And i'll imagine your hands

But with him
It doesn't feel like I know if should
It hurts more then I thought it would
And I walk down memory lane with you
Much more often than I'm supposed to
And it hurts babe, like you wouldn't believe
Cause I don't feel when he kisses me

Theres something to be said
for the power that he has
the way he gets in my head
how i want him so bad
how messed up it is
how bad im gonna break
sin on his lips
god i want a taste

My message to God:
I hate you for not existing. When we need you the most thats when everything falls apart. Its time to face the facts, we're all on our own.

Sometimes I run outside in the middle of a thunderstorm, drop to my knees, throw my hands to the sky and let out the cry of a woman with no faith yelling at who and what i don't believe in. I know it wont help, I cant do anything else.