Undead
As if you're waiting for him to pull the trigger
You know it, you're aware of it
It's like you're wishing for your own death
Breathing your last words
Kissing goodbye
You dig your own grave
Makes you run, you keep on coming back
You ate the poisonous apple willingly
BINABASA MO ANG
Hearts, Words
شِعرWords keep on hurting us. It stung deep into our souls but then ironically it heals us and makes us good as new.
