i feel older - less wiser.
more unstable, more unloveable.
and i don't want to carry the burden or see the pity.
i know i've gone down hill, bitten off more than i can chew.
then again, i'm hopeless.
i've poured my burning desire into a man who didn't pour me a drop of anything.
it's my own sickening fault really.
why do i always do that?
blame game
can't forget your name game.
soul searcher for fame.
YOU ARE READING
lusting for more kinda whore
Şiirthey almost had got me. a thirteen part hell-deep.
