sábado, 26 de setembro de 2015

Nicotine

Get addicted
Thought i used to criticize
But in order to get rid
off the pain that i
Feel while growing
In my bones,  i want
Smaller ones to replace the old ones

You're so cool when
You take it off like that
Feeling the room with your breath
Can I have some of that
Your kiss taste is like
Some kind of drug
My mom told me I shoulnd't take
But I'll die anyway

Be my tough day lover
My suicide partner
Point the gun and make me beg
To feel what they call of little death
Write my demons
Names on the side
I'm out of reasons
To keep on this fight

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