Hate rolls off your tongue
In the same formation
As blood drips down my wrist
My lungs are collapsing
Due to the list of disappointments
You piled on me like bricks
I am alive
But I wish I wasn't
I wish I wasn't.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 3:38 AM UTC
Hate rolls off your tongue
In the same formation
As blood drips down my wrist
My lungs are collapsing
Due to the list of disappointments
You piled on me like bricks
I am alive
But I wish I wasn't
I wish I wasn't.
