This is for you
When you looked at me with that blank stare
Saying "my love, caress me, touch my waist
I'm wearing your favorite underwear"
You know i hate lace
To you and your burden
When the others would take advantage
The alcoholic ramblings of an angel:
"They're not like you, i take them for granted"
You were wrong, because this life is interchangeable
To you and your letter
The note that materialized your silent scream
Your life was pain, and i was the wound
Crying alone, reclusive writing down your dreams
The instrument sounds bad if its not tuned...
Does your suicide sound any better?