looking through the flames
feeling the pain
rushing through my veins;
inhaling the smoke
filling up my toxic lungs.
about to choke;
how many times is it going to take for me to burn till i finally learn that love is painful and is a gift that cannot be returned.
love is my gasoline
looking through the flames
feeling the pain
rushing through my veins;
inhaling the smoke
filling up my toxic lungs.
about to choke;
how many times is it going to take for me to burn till i finally learn that love is painful and is a gift that cannot be returned.