I have something I need to tell you,
but I don't know how it will make you fell....
I think I don't want you to look at me anymore...
It makes me feel UGLY.
I still feel you on my skin
I still teast you on my tounge
I dream of you,
YOU ARE STILL THE WORM IN MY HEAD
I can't just go back in time
when you where my bedtime story
my hand too hold
my hero
my milk
my love
YOU CANT LOOK AT ME ANYMORE
it BURNS my skin
it TURNS my stomach
it brings tears to my eyes....
I KILLED US
Dec 21, 2010
Dec 21, 2010 at 9:39 PM UTC
I have something I need to tell you,
but I don't know how it will make you fell....
I think I don't want you to look at me anymore...
It makes me feel UGLY.
I still feel you on my skin
I still teast you on my tounge
I dream of you,
YOU ARE STILL THE WORM IN MY HEAD
I can't just go back in time
when you where my bedtime story
my hand too hold
my hero
my milk
my love
YOU CANT LOOK AT ME ANYMORE
it BURNS my skin
it TURNS my stomach
it brings tears to my eyes....
I KILLED US