I KNOW you felt your heart skip a beat
Your hateful words, can't mend a broken heart,
but I'll smile from ear to ear as you tear yourself apart.
Keep in mind, if you cross me again, you'll get one in the heart and one in the head.
I'll pick up the pieces and label them "martyr".
I shoot to kill.
I couldn't miss if I tried.
I'll take this to grave.
So say those last fucking goodbyes.
I’ve been listening to them more and more lately. I cant help it. If you haven’t heard them I suggest you check them out. www.nightslikethese.com <-- THE HOTTNESS
I’m tired. I was up till 3 last night fighting with you know who. Fuck. That’s all. Pc out.