I am going to try and imbrace myself for this hit, The impact is going to leave me with the taiste of something i wish I'd never remembered. It's going to cut up my tounge and take away my taiste buds.It's going to leave me in the same fucking position as last time.Its going to bleed me out... its going to kill me. I swear to good it's going to kill me. If you could do one thing for me, I'd ask you to make it faster, to set me in my place, leave me in my own puddle of self misery, to drown... to die... to leave all this shit behind. At least there's always a chance of something better...
I guess it's left to that... a single word, a question... making everything seem alot harder then it probabaly is. An endless possibility. narrowing down the optimism of the situation. So what am I left with...
I'm thoughtless, bleading on the corner, over a curb into the streets.
I'm heartless, but still managing to choke out a few beats.
I'm Mindless, cold and numb from my head to my feet.
I'm everything I've always wanted to be.