It’s nights like these where I wonder most what alcohol tastes like. That if I ran now, could I make it? Nights where I don’t care to wonder if tomorrow will come. Only wonder if I’d be better off if it didn’t. And I think to myself, it’s not fair to him. After all he’s… Continue reading Sobered thoughts.
I do I do this a thousand times I never fail to make you cry I don't know why I'm sorry But you always forgive somehow I never fail to let you down I'm breathing while You're drowning I know you want this to work But darling you are aching So let us stop pretending… Continue reading Gone, Gone, Gone.