Let me taste the smouldering ashes of your regret
I want you to feel me burning this time
Just a whiff just will not cut the mustard this day..
I need to know your sorry but not through your words or your actions
I want it to be sewn to my life ****** so I can show the world how I've been wronged.
I need to stumble this time for real, coughing air too intoxicated to breathe and spit blood I know for certainty could not of been my own.
To paralyse this fear in me and finally have something to call my own
This moment
"I wanted to breathe smoke"
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
Let me taste the smouldering ashes of your regret
I want you to feel me burning this time
Just a whiff just will not cut the mustard this day..
I need to know your sorry but not through your words or your actions
I want it to be sewn to my life ****** so I can show the world how I've been wronged.
I need to stumble this time for real, coughing air too intoxicated to breathe and spit blood I know for certainty could not of been my own.
To paralyse this fear in me and finally have something to call my own
This moment
"I wanted to breathe smoke"
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