Darling, you were nothing
but the drug
that I’d been looking for.
I shot
your poison
through my bloodstream
and bled my love out through
my wrists.
when i looked up at you
and smiled
I didnt "Want a one nighter
(?)"
When you
woke up the next morning,
what made you stay?
What
made you think
that you could fix
a broken
thing like
me?
Aug 29, 2011
Aug 29, 2011 at 2:03 AM UTC
Darling, you were nothing
but the drug
that I’d been looking for.
I shot
your poison
through my bloodstream
and bled my love out through
my wrists.
when i looked up at you
and smiled
I didnt "Want a one nighter
(?)"
When you
woke up the next morning,
what made you stay?
What
made you think
that you could fix
a broken
thing like
me?
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