♥
And isn’t it so fucking ironic;;
how I broke you loose?
took you//shook you//broke you
hooked you back on love
and now you’re at her fucking feet
And isn’t it so fucking ironic;;
how you banged her where you laid me down
put my head to rest on your chest
still heaving so fucking heavy
cause I showed you a world
between heaven && hell
that you love to revisit with her
Yeah, and all those fucking memories
that are like meaningless ghosts to me now
fucking haunt me you in your sleep
And isn’t it so fucking ironic;;
that the ashes of you && I
are buried upon the place we fucked
[[three am and you couldn’t resist]]
fucking blood seeping from my heart
on to the remnants of you && I
all those fucking nights
you && I entwined in each other
grinding//sweating//panting//fucking
Your first, && my fucking last.
[[beautiful whispers && pitiful sorrow]]
And the fucking knife you left in my back--
yeah, it looks like you forgot some thing
when you fucking walked away, didn’t you?
And isn't it so fucking ironic;;
that you think I still love you
need you//want you//crave you
Yeah but I fucking loathe you.