Maybe you want to give me kisses sweet
But only for one night with no repeat
Maybe you’d go away and never call
And a taste of honey is worse than none at all
I realized that my heart had remained a fragile, ever so fragile bulb, wrapped in layers of skin that I thought were tough, but in fact were easily sliced by the knife of suffering.
He was never mine to lose
Why regret what cannot be?
These are words he’ll never say
Not to me
My heart’s breaking for my sister and the con that she called “love”.
Every street you walk on, I leave tear stains on the ground
Following the girl I didn’t even want around
