Is it just the smoke machine?
I have no feelings for someone who has attached their heart to a bomb that is about to explode.
Do not, and I repeat do not expect me to mend your wounds when you burn up in the atmosphere.
I am not a heart breaker, nor do I mend hearts.
I simply explore them.
Walk away doleful soul.
Pick up your heavy legs and walk out of my garden.
You know your way out. |