whelp

My lungs gave out
          As I faced the crowd.
          I think that keeping this up could be dangerous.
          I'm flesh and bone,
          I'm a rolling stone
          And the experts say I'm delirious.

Give me therapy.
          I'm a walking travesty
          But I'm smiling at everything.
          Therapy...
          You were never a friend to me
          And you can keep all your misery.

What a shame,
          What a shame,
          Beautiful scars
          On critical veins.

Here we are at the top of the hill - a hill that's quietly crumbling,
          Been a while since you dressed for the kill- the kill that sent me tumbling,
          Looking up, I see a falling star, and watch its fire burn into the floor,
          I am left standing on the edge,
          Wondering why we fall so hard, why we fall so hard

The only hope for me  is you alone.

The feeling of your heart literally getting shattered into a million pieces is the worst feeling possible.

A la Luna y de regreso. <3<3