Oct 19, 2009 00:24
There is nothing to keep me from coming back to you. I can picture all the pictures of you and me on your walls. What would it take to make you mine forever?
Early winter, late realizations.
I'm tired of being jealous of idiotic jobless sleazy girls who are going absolutely nowhere in life.
I'm tired of these awful games I play.
I'm tired of having no meds left because I'm always so desperate for money.
I'm tired of stringing you along and dragging you down.
Only the last part is a lie because I love watching you fall.
Oh, and I've come to realize a replica isn't good enough.
You... Jesus fucking Christ.