despite all these words
i write with too much alcohol
and not enough sleep
i'm doing pretty good.
i know this
because i would never want to give up
falling in love again.
i'm not saying it doesn't hurt,
cause it still fuckin' does,
but you are not the girl I loved anyway
not after the things you've done
she is not who you've become
you have killed
the little sweet heart you used to be
the one who i loved
now she will only ever exist
in my blood and in my chest
(and all the rest)
so in a way shes still forever mine.
even if only in fond memories
and if thats my only option
well then thats just fine with me.
