Nothing but talk and slit wrists
With no intention to leave
Opening the door a crack
Then hiding it behind a sleeve
Nothing but text messages at night
Saying that you'll do it it this time
Begging for bloody attention
And is that really a crime?
Well let me tell you that it is.
You play the feelings like guitars
Telling your lies, telling your fibs
Making me wish upon your stars
When you keep making threats to leave
But in the morning you're still there.
Well let me tell you what this means
It means I've simply ceased to care.
Quote is from the song 'A Devil for Me' by Black Veil Brides
ESTÁS LEYENDO
I Think We're Doomed
PoetryA bunch of poems I wrote. Pictures include quotes from the songs I listen to and some of my drawings. Cut off my wing and come lock me up Just pull the plank yeah I've had enough Tear me to pieces, sell me for parts You're all vampires so here You...
