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I think about her pretty face pressed against someone else's chest the new lover always walks proud
I like to think I've figured it all out I am dreaming up the answers to these empty questions
I hate rejection I keep letting myself down pacing back and forth like a madman
whispering inaudible bullshit chain smoking cigarettes an attempt to keep my hands off her neck
do all humans have the urge to kill???
I wonder where she found the truth if it was in my lies or was it always in her mind? none of this really matters because now she will never be mine again
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