My sheets still smell like you.
The nicotine clings to it like glue.
Still here, where you left this deep, gaping hole.
The poison of your lies, the poison of your soul.
Through your eyes, I spotted our demise.
Fake smile, fake words, everything is lies.
Faking everything just to get what you wanted,
Now I'm stuck here, feeling haunted.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
My sheets still smell like you.
The nicotine clings to it like glue.
Still here, where you left this deep, gaping hole.
The poison of your lies, the poison of your soul.
Through your eyes, I spotted our demise.
Fake smile, fake words, everything is lies.
Faking everything just to get what you wanted,
Now I'm stuck here, feeling haunted.
