Smokey Hollow;
It was a just a dead end road.

I fell in love with a girl,
who lived in the only house on the left.

But our love was dead end,
just like her road.

I used to love a girl,
who lived in the only house on the left.

Until our love dead ended,
Just like her road.

Loving you was like pulling the pin out of a hand grenade* then dropping it, and expecting it to not blow up in your face.

I screamed your name into the rain,
and the drops echoed inside me.
Laying in the middle of the road,
Waiting for a sign--for any ******* thing.
But it didn't come, and nothing could numb the pain.

I could've wrote a book on how I felt for you,
And I flinch every **** time I hear your ******* name.
Oh but babygirl,
I found ways to numb the pain.

I never found you in any of those ***** bottles,
And I didn't find you swimming in Smirnoff (even though that was always your favorite),
You weren't at the end of the blunt, so I passed it only to search for you at the end of a different one.

You weren't in my pain pills,
And you weren't in my puke the next morning.
You weren't even there when my blood ran crimson across my arms.
I tried to cut you out of me,
I tried to burn you away.

You said you'd always be here,
But you never ******* stayed.

She bought me roses and I named each flower.
She always smiled whenever I would look at her.
She touched me with cold hands, but made my heart warm.
She held me when I cried, and said her love for me would never die.

She didn't make promises she knew she couldn't keep.
She held my face when she kissed me, as if she couldn't get enough of me.
She drew on my back and kissed every freckle.
She didn't always know what to say, and that was okay.


She loved me unconditionally--and this I always knew, she reminded me of everything, you never seemed to do.

She swears up and down, her love for me is true, and that is something you could never do.

The Day Of:
Dear diary,
She broke up with me..

2 Days Later:
Dear diary,
What kind of person can love you so much one day, and then be head over heels for another the next?

2 Months Later:
Dear diary,
I still love her.

2 Years Later:*
Dear diary,*
She still loves her.

One day I will have drank enough ***** to fill the hole you left in my heart when you walked away.

Blood is red,
My knuckles are blue,
I thought you were different..
I'm such a fool.