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the things I leave 4:25 a.m. And this is so easy for me, to get fucked up and for you to break my heart again. That must be your reasoning. Oh I know I ask for it. I always do. I always hope the answer will be different. You never change. Your mind will always tell you that you don't love me. I just wish I could accept it. The pills are lined up on my bureau. I am wearing mascara. I can't do it. But if I did, it wouldn't be because of you. |
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