I like the way we sleep
Like there's no sunrise
Like the taste of your lips
Where I belong to?
I thought you are my everything
And now i just miss everything about you
It is irreversible, inevitable, inescapable
I never told you what I should have said
Sail is set, with no turning back
And I will end everything myself,
when I stopped cutting myself.
Labels: addiction.
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