I'm sinking to waste, cause I broke my own heart.
There's nothing to say, it's my own fault.
I'm slipping away, cause I broke my own heart.
What's there left to say? It's my own fault.
I'll fail (in me)
I'll fall (in me)
I'll cry (in me)
Then die (in me)
And what my coffin will breed is an egotistic grief.
YOU ARE READING
Whatever U Need Cyn.
PoetrySomewhere, somehow. A girl, will chose to end herself. Upon silly and useless wishes Stupid intentions. My feet don't know gravity, I'm floating :):
