marrythenight

Don't try to impress me I know you're intending to hurt me again

You look like a vision, but now I'm beginning to see through the haze

'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it 

Sticks and stones may break my bones

You’re turning me cruel

I am my own Lord throughout heaven and earth

Dictator of high-ranking generals, pitbull

Untie the rope, string, and reins around your neck

We are drunk in this emotion

Where the sky and the earth are tangled

Just imagine

The middle of July, somewhere in the small village

It's afternoon

You sit on a comfortable chair in a garden under the cherry trees

Gentle wind touches the tops of the trees and makes this hot day milder

You have a book in your hands, it smells like old paper and ink

You inhale this nice smell of the book mixed with the smell of wildflowers

You read and sometimes your eyes meet up with the bright sky

Perfect moment, isn't it?

This process captures you, and the hours pass by. You get lost in the story, so now neither blue sky nor little bees flying around you can draw your attention.

But it can't last forever

You hear the familiar voice calling you. It's time for supper.

You look up and see that the sun has already gone behind the clouds

You'll come here tomorrow

Can't sleep with a man who dims my shine

I'm in the bedroom with tissues and when

I know you're outside banging

Then I won't let you in

'Cause it's a hard

With love in the world

So now I take your hand

When I touch your love

I can forgive my weakness

When you look at me 

And the whole world fades