wasting away over
stupid mind games
I create for myself
feel bad for the one chance I had
(he was ugly anyway)
Shallow
black heart
the one that belongs to me
it's okay, everyday I whisper words in my own ear
nobody else does it for me
a miniscule spot reserved just for the
torment of that one night
repeating like a clich├ęd broken record
I am sorry
you will never know