I never know how to react when people cry.
Basically.
Fuck
Were young and in love, heart attacks waiting to happen, so come a little closer tell me it‘s all in our heads.
Why the fuck do people say “I’ll find someone like you!” once they’ve been fucked over? I’m pretty sure if you don’t want to be screwed over again you’ll find someone different, not a clone of a worthless piece of life!
To my friends, I love you. There is no dedication to the haters, they don’t deserve you.
Insight of my boredom and mind.
We stand.
Heart to heart.
Throat to throat.
We stand weapons drawn.
On this battlefront, of our own!
Bleeding here in silence, waiting for the dawn, laying here together.
knives drawn, hand in hand, how did this fucking happen! This shit was not the plan!
It replays, on and on, before my eyes are blank, before it’s all been realised, before we’re fucking dead.
How did it come to this?
Laying heart to heart, we lay here dead and bleeding, waiting for the dawn.
