You know I don't believe in ghosts. Or letting people close. I'm good at letting go. You kiss my lips until they're colder. Think you're in control. But I should let you know. Well, the good guys don'
I don't know why I'm like this, I'd love to piss you off. Something in my psychosis finds it a little hard. I always got good intentions, you tell me I saved your life. But I'm craving your attention