What do you do when you lover leaves you some drink some smoke some cry and some croak well me, i just kept on livin i slept i prayed i worked out and got laid or at least thats what id like to tell him in truth i spent weeks in bed couldnt get out of my own **** head laying there smoking my **** when it was really him that i need living without him was living without direction nothing would help, no fresh air or self medication seemed like the end for me after a bottle of jack and a handful of pills i wasn't staring down the barrel just for cheap thrills after all this suffering agony and pain it was still memories of him that plagued my brain ive got no answers to soothe the pain nothing will help no ****, no *****, not even ******* i promised him so much but from the blade i couldnt refrain
everytime i see a german shepard i see you evertime i hear scripture i hear you everytime i smell **** i smell you everytime i touch a keyboard i feel you everytime i taste hot cocoa i taste you everytime i feel love i feel you how am i supposed to forget you when you are in everything i do?
I will always be in love with you You are my only one Like Icarus to the sun I got ahead of myself and was consumed My love has been engulfed in flames a multitude of things are to blame a lack of communication being on separate sides of the nation broken pieces trying to fit together although my heart is light as a feather it feels as though my chest consists of lead
I wish I could be his lips, for they are embracing yours, not mine, tonight. I ache to be his arms, to hold you tightly and never to let go feeling your warmth and softness. I crave to be his eyes to look at you once more, soaking in your ethereal radiance. I long to be his chest, to have you rest your head upon me listening to my heartbeat and soft breathing, falling asleep upon me. I yearn to be his ears, to hear your soft and poetic words as they dance around in my head once again in that special way that only you can create. I Miss Loving You.
my father was a drunk mother was a ***** dad spent his paycheck on ***** so we were always poor drinkings what he chooses going to school with bruises no friends to talk to zipper always askew although they stared no one cared until the boy with the charming eyes the one who told such pretty lies but i didnt mind he was ever so kind finding ways to make me smile but of course he left after a while but who could blame him? i am just a broken kid full of sin he was an angel and all i do is make things painful
i hope you can forgive me for leaving you like you left me
not even her with the candy coated lips and the spark from her fingertips could take my mind off you not her with the lungs full of smoke as she takes another **** could take my mind off you not her with the plastered on frown and the "dark black" crown could take my mind off you not her with the shiny blade and the chrome handle could take my mind off you not her with the orange filter and the smooth draw could take my mind off you only her with the sensitive trigger and the steel barrel could take my mind off you and away from me
Pretty boy's gone Since yesterday, done with flirtin and acting gay Bad Boy's back with the cigarette lighter and the twenty sack of **** to get a little higher Ever since they went away, well pretty boy's been full of dismay heartbroken and lonesome he roams the town looking for some ***** in which he'll drown, broken and beaten mean and old on the street is where he sold his pills and **** his cid and lean oh Pretty boy, sure got mean. All the pretty girls tried to fix him But he never could forget about the one that tricked him. the one who stomped on his heart like a cigarette **** extinguishing the warmth within him like a punch to the gut his eyes, once warm and inviting are cold and dark full of thunder and a spark of lightning