that bottle has an infectious effect.
from your hand, to your heart, to your ****.
why go for the girl you truly care about
when you could just take your pick?

why resort to actual intimacy
when you could just fake it?
why keep my heart perfectly in tact
when you could so easily break it?

my insides are twisted & shriveled to dust
but thats something i would never show.
i'll only cry if you will.
but if you did i would never know.

you think not, you care not, you love not.
and you see not what goes on in a heart.
your sickening desires leave you oblivious
and us greatly torn apart.