i made friends with a ghost
we hang out almost every night
when i'm lying in my bed
he creeps into my head
he fills me with dread
and everything is fine
i made friends with a creep
he sticks a needle in his arm
when i'm lying in my bed
he stole everything i had
i still let him hang around
cause everything is fine
YOU ARE READING
Broke my heart twice.
PoesíaThis is going to be filled with both sad song texts and poetry(all caps poetry,all credits go to the original writers since I found all of them on the internet and none of them are mine).
