The Coldest Dish
Can you hear it?
it's your turn
to trade seats
So I can watch you burn
All of these wasted nights
You will never learn
Used and led me on like a drug
While you let me burn
until I became addicted
but I won't be hooked
You feed off of empathy and wonder why nobody trusts you
But everything and everyone
disgusts you? meanwhile just concerned about how Pretty you look.
The wells will run dry of filler and plastic soon. Finally they will see the the witch who hides under the moon until there is nothing left but your venomous reflection
To think it was all about attention
The lives you wasted the men you used. calling them ugly and eledgeding abuse
your just confused because you...