Remember all the things we wanted?
Now all my memories, are haunted.
I should never have said goodbye.
I should have never given that reply.
Now I sit and wish to go back in time
Remove my crime.
Damn, it's not alright.
So I'll put up my facade.
Strike a match on the propane.
I'll swallow up the flame.
Take the pain.
I'm so done.
I pray, wish I could be her sun.
But that's reserved for someone else I guess.
Someone I could not contest.
Become so stressed.
People wanna act like I'm a demon
Saying I go around and beg for a creamin
Just remember when you in anger
Even Satan used to be an angel
I gave up the best opportunity in life
Now my mistakes manifest as a knife
Slit my wrists 1 2 3 4 times
Slow payin for the crimes
I'm so done
Damn this is not alright
No it wasn't even my fault
Now I'm speaking with the lights off
I don't think she hears me
Not anymore, she stung like a bee
All because we ran out of time
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Vent🌌
RandomThis is just a vent book. All stuff and songs are original and copyrighted. I thanks prepare for edginess. Yeah, the cover has nothing to do with this book.
