My mind, my own.

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I drink a little and I drink it again
and I keep drinking till
I don't feel sane.
I turn the music loud,
so loud I'm sure my neighbour is gonna complain,
but I need those thoughts gone from my mind,
so I don't hear your voice in my head again.

I stay cooped up behind these four walls,
moping and I ignore all your calls ,
a part of me desperately wants to pick up,
but the other part of me,
where my mind rules
It says, that you're no good.

You treated me like trash,
when I was yours.
now I'm gone and suddenly
you miss what was yours.
you just like to see me suffer,
you thrive on my tears.
but i'm not gonna cry for you anymore.
No. not one more tear.

Because babe,
my heart might have been yours,
but my mind?

...It always was on it's own.


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