she sits in front of her window,
absentmindedly staring at the people below.

she's cold.
so, so, cold.

how many years has it been since her death?
she doesnt know. no one does.

she's so lonely.
everyone's forgotten her.

poor little dead girl.

If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry

im sorry angel,
you deserve better.

but right now, i want you.
you're okay with that, right?

i want you,
i need you.

so, be mine, okay?
until you realize you can do better,
until you realize im not good for you,
be mine.

i want to ruin you, angel.
you'll let me, won't you?

of course you will,
you've always been so nice.

im sorry.
i love you.

you were my entire sky,
but i was only a star

ive finally learned
to never fall for the moon.

i wonder if you know
how much you've hurt me

you probably dont,
do you?

thats okay
i dont mind it

i still love you