Sep 2014
He made me sarcastic.
He made me ironic.
Bitter.
I opened up to him and let him crush me like a ripe fruit
He stepped and burned and spit on what was left.
Then...
Last year I thought I would burn again,
Bring fire back.
But I am so *lost
He made me ironic.
Bitter.
I opened up to him and let him crush me like a ripe fruit
He stepped and burned and spit on what was left.
Then...
Last year I thought I would burn again,
Bring fire back.
But I am so *lost
5 years on and I still carry around pieces I don't know how to reattach
