Its been more than two years
They've all been fake too
Never wondering how i still breathe
Man lock myself to let that shit in
I've got'no friends
Or at least thats how i feel
My brain is drowing
With my own unwillingness to live
So come and taste these tears
Bet you will get to know me better
Once you understand my hatred
So come and taste these tears
My lover left me on a friday
Let me drink till i fly away
My veins are giving up on me
Cuz they've been corrupted by the filling itch
And now my friends wonder where i am
Dont look in the mirror
Youll see me cry
A walking overdose
With no will to fight
So come and taste these tears
Bet you will get to know me better
Once you understand my hatred
So come and taste these tears
But tonight giving up
Im giving him my all
Praying for him to see
All the things i've held these years
So come and taste these tears
Bet you will get to know me better
Once you understand my hatred
So come and taste these tears
YOU ARE READING
An autobiography in lyrics
PoesíaA bunch of old lyrics I once wrote under crippling fear no one would love me. BOOK 1
