Feb 22, 2009 03:14
exhausted by the storm before the calm, holding on to a memory keeping it warm within my palm. wake up, Time Bomb, the clock is ticking. all you got's a pot to piss in and some wrong decisions and here you are again, emotions in your hand like your powerless, an innocent victim of circumstances.
tell me that it hurts again. tell me that it weighs you down. tell you that you need me and I'll tell you that I hate you now. FUCK YOU, you don't know what you need. and this is the last time I'll tell you, next time I'm gonna leave.
I can't watch your destruction
I can't trust your judgement
I swear to God your better then this
I wish you'd quit those drugs, bitch