As if anything would've changed,
you just went running away and I couldn't care less,
but you came back crawling on your knees,
and as always I couldn't care less,
you can even spit blood right in front of me,
and once again I couldn't care less,
because you used to treat me like this and now that's what revenge tastes like.
STAI LEGGENDO
Poems of Love and Suffering
Poetryle idee che mi passano per la testa quando l'ispirazione bussa alla mia porta (italiano e inglese)
