I'M NVT SVRRY

CVLD BLVVDED

I'M NOT SORRY, YOU'RE STILL A BITCH, YEAH, YOU'RE DISGUSTING AND TOXIC, MY HEART'S STILL POISONED BY SOMETHING, PAIN IS SO SHARP THAT IT FEELS LIKE BURNING. I KNOW MY WORTH, ALL YOU GET FROM ME IS A KNIFE IN YOUR HEART, YOUR SOUL IS DIRT, THAT BLACKENS ALL HEARTS 'FORE BREAKING 'EM APART. I CAUGHT A TRAP BUT I WILL BE THE LAST, I WILL PUNCH RIGHT THROUGH YOUR HEART, I REMEMBER OUR PAST, YOU DON'T HAVE A SOUL, YOU MADE ME A GHAST, WHY DO YOU THINK OF ME AS A TOY OR AN OUTCAST? I AM NOT SORRY FOR HATING YOU, I WISH I WEREN'T WORRIED BUT IT IS TRUE, I'm still attached to you and AT THE SAME TIME WANT TO SEE YOU COVERED IN YOUR BLOOD, It tears me apart and I can't decide WHETHER TO RETURN TO YOU AND TRY TO START ALL OVER AGAIN, Or send everything to hell and take a knife and PLUNGE IT INTO YOUR BLACK HEART... I WANNA SEE YOU COVERED IN YOUR BLOOD, Uh, I WANNA SEE YOU COVERED... IN YOUR OWN BLOOD...

2021-03-31 12:02:55

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