Mar 03, 2007 11:07
is this bad that i don't regret last night?
he's amazing, more then you'll ever be.
and my eyes are prying themselves open and making me see the world.
i'm so scared i could stay under the sheets all day.
but, i'll take what i can get and give out little in return because that's how i know to survive.
maybe, if i could say what i'm thinking then things wouldn't be so bad.
so, let me tell you this. you hate how i smoke and drink anyway and you always get mad at me. you need to understand that it's my decision, not yours. if i wanna do it, i'll do it. so this is what's killing it, your killing it. you're slaughtering it and you don't even know. stop judging me on my bad habits, you're not perfect either.