5 acessos
Dear Tiffany
You've made me nauseous for the last time
Everything I've said to you
I will form into a spike (To drive through my throat)
In order to stop your words
This time I'll put them in the ground
Along with my memories and my feelings
I'll burn it down and walk away
Let the fire warm my back
I wish you would say you hate me
It would make it so much easier
Burn it down and walk away
Love, Daniel