Daisieslv7
Tell me it's real, how do you think I'm suppose to feel? Tell me that wich I'll never know, that comes from not your heart but your dark soul. I'll live with what you say, I'll live it all by the day, and the night is where I'll keep myself for all to gawk and see. So why don't you come play with me? Dig me out of this ground work cage. It's to cozy to work my way out of, I just don't feel like leaving. So send me those fleeting glances, that taunt me dangerously. I'll wipe them away with a stare, and never understand the way you kill me.