Why do I always end up coming back to you? You're nothing but destructive, an incredible muse. Every good thing ever written was inspired by you. And the way you mistreated me, used and abused
It's been years of the same shit, we will never figure it out. Something once wishful, now inspire doubts. It wasnt just the bad timing between adolescents. It was seldem communication unless using depressants.
The love story to stay as nothing but fiction You will always be my absolute worst addiction I'll crave you and want you, when I'm drunk and alone. And do my very best not to pick up the phone.