Sick of the world.
Sick of Myself.
Tired of everything I constantly put up with.
Tired, no more, just tired.
I miss her.
There's no tears,
just a void.
A hole I try to fill with everything, coffee, blackness.Risk the Love.
Risk myself for you.Risk, risk, risk.
Who cares about me?
I am the only one.
Don't let myself hate me.
When will it end?
All of this from love.
Love is a tool
Used for pain
Get in my car,
Drive to her house
Here goes the rest of my life.
I was so committed to her.
She was it, nothing mattered then,
just her.
Hey!!!
I never cheated on you.
So, why did you call it off?
You ought to trust someone.
sound familiar?
