bIut at least we've got passion.B might just die tonight
Ilood vessels rupture all over my body as I grow wey
T love when your hand is around my neck
Lhere's nothing better for me
Iove and hate are two sides of a coin right?
I need the damage
I need your poison
need your abuse
ASnd I’m captured by the potential of it alAtill the mockingbird hums his song
Tlways taking advantage of my kindness
ahat appear sweet but turn into pests
re unwanted guests
The building was old enough that the pipes groaned at night and the hallway lights flickered every few minutes. My bedroom window overlooked an abandoned railway line covered in weeds. Around 12:43 a.m. one rainy night... Knock. Knock. Knock. A pause. Then four more.