It doesn't take back all the unforgiving words I've said, while I stand beneath the scorching water of the shower head.
Gentle kisses to my skin, a sting that feeds my adrenaline.
I'm just a stupid moth being drawn to the flame.
I get hurt, yet I still play the game.
She uses me and makes me feel empty.
I'm living in the carved out body of the person I used to be.
The mask I wear perceives the illusion that I am happy.
The loneliest I've ever felt when I hold her body in my hand.
Every night, she lures me into her trap like quicksand.
And I bleed for her again.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 5:11 AM UTC
It doesn't take back all the unforgiving words I've said, while I stand beneath the scorching water of the shower head.
Gentle kisses to my skin, a sting that feeds my adrenaline.
I'm just a stupid moth being drawn to the flame.
I get hurt, yet I still play the game.
She uses me and makes me feel empty.
I'm living in the carved out body of the person I used to be.
The mask I wear perceives the illusion that I am happy.
The loneliest I've ever felt when I hold her body in my hand.
Every night, she lures me into her trap like quicksand.
And I bleed for her again.
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