stained memories on the sheets in the grieving loft
A one night stand who couldn't rise up to the needys cause.
Leaving blood on the carpet
what is love if not getting away with murder under the cover of darkness
...together
You never.. loved me
As you hung from above me,
I feel distant, a massive guilt. The act is real
if you've never given up before then you don't know how passion feels
cast away from a life of praise
Don't bother watching, I've never had the time of day
I escaped with blood on my hands And though it felt wrong
I did it out of boredom, like when I wrote this on my cellphone.