trying to tell myself different
Sitting wondering will this last
As tears roll down my face
The end is near, the time is done
I'm not impressed with your lack of trust
As I bite your lip in lust
Your integrity builds, I fall into place
But I ask you
If all I needed was a drink
Would you cut your wrists
so I could drink your blood?
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
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