"How can I help you get back where you were?" Come on now, you should know better. The lacquered polish of lies said one time too many I can't get back to where I was, not now. I live and breathe you. Tell me I deserve the world. Crave me. A barely human safety net, trying their hardest to break your fall (I'll burn her apartment to the ground)
I can't stop writing ****** poetry about you sorry