****, I would die to be someone else some days
but some days I bet you anything
someone else would die to be me
here's to another Saturday night alone
wishing you would pick up the phone
I am an anchor
plummeting to the ocean floor
sinking deep into my own despair
This is strange because at the same time I feel so incredibly empty.
memories of us haunt me
I have so much regret
I didn't do wrong,
I am wrong.
your sadness transforms you
shapes you, molds you.
darling, don't fight it
its essential to your growth
she is a flame
flickering deep shades of red
mesmerizing all who gaze upon her