By Arcassin Burnham


Too young for the devil's nectar, don't worry I hate it anyway,
selfish pain overwhelms me plenty
to get that chance to stay,
inside the dark corridors of
my mind i can't obtain,
to find a different love,
gone for hours as a way to hide my shame,

it was all over once you got to me,
and it was all over from the start,
it was all over once my life got crushed,
is it too late to fix my heart,
i found a way to get to my destination,
writing my life in an illustration,
it was all over,
i'm saying it was over.