if you died, they may as well pronounce me dead too.
i love my brothers. it doesn’t matter that we come from different parents. they would give up anything to be there for me.
i can see you falling away from the man i know.
the taste of tragedy is so fresh on my tongue. i believe the aftertaste shall linger forever.
i have bookshelves of dreams. all dying to be the one i choose to live out.
death’s hand fits so perfectly in my palm. no wonder my mind is attacking me.
what would’ve happend, if i didn’t walk into that bar? if i didn’t see your face? if you didn’t steal glances from across the room all night? if you didn’t walk up to me with your crooked smirk? if you didnt leave to get a rose from the convenience store 3 blocks down? if you didn’t ruin my life?