[ Just take a glimpse around it ]
You want to know why I haven't talked to you recently? Because I can't. Because I know it will make me cry. Cry and cry and cry. And so I've been putting it off. Avoiding. I'm sorry. But, don't tell me that I'm over you. I'm not. It will take me forever and a day to not feel a thing when someone mentions your name. I'm sorry for the cruel things that I've said to you yesterday and any other day. & I don't know if you'll read this, but I'm sure you have no problem knowing that it was directed to you. ♥.
Lovely, you're laced with cyanide,
and I can see it whenever I look into your eyes.
You give off a poison and you push it into my veins.
Because you want me to remember that it'll never be the same.
Lovely, you're laced with cyanide,
and I can see it whenever I look into your eyes.
You give off a poison and you push it into my veins.
Because you want me to remember that it'll never be the same.