I can keep it all to myself the things you said to me the things you did it's mine forever it's mine alone the things I wish I did the things I wish I said I should have put a bullet in your pretty little head I can keep it all to myself the things I said to you the things I did the things I thought it's mine forever it's mine alone
Instagram was a graveyard of memories that came to pass until my ex shared a picture of our son on the backseat of his car with their hands touching whoever "he" is I wonder if he knows all the nasty **** you love to do the ****** up thoughts you keep the thoughts that keep you so very far away from me
Now Instagram is a nightmare a collage of everything that makes me sick to breathe it's where my dreams died and reanimated as someone else's and that's ok because in a way they are still mine forever his and mine alone
If we ever touched again that would be our very own cosmic Hiroshima **** up I wonder how many souls we'd stamp out? I wonder how many dreams would die? mine are at the forefront of my mind the dreams I had of us together as the happiest three man band the world has never seen