1 am, another sleepless night but it’s around this time that the writers write about all the things in life that aren’t right.
we’ve all got a story to tell with embellishment about a lover who was more afraid of commitment than of the devil’s serpent.
we’re all just trying to find our happy ending in a world full of love that’s never lasting but I won’t go around pretending that we’re gonna be together forever, so while you’re making every endeavor to keep me hooked, i’m trying to severe all ties cause i see through the lies you think you’ve disguised. this isn’t the story where love conquers all, it’s the one where it dies.
it was a slow and painful death up until the last breath. and i burned the carcass 12 ft beneath the dead grass and danced upon this freshly made grave with joy because there was one thing i could save; ...myself.









