The Worst Loved, The Bad Drugged.
If i Was dead would you still love me?
Would you think about when you tore me downn right to the core?
Cause i did when jumped that tied cored
joy and relief sits beneath that crease
that crease where my love is
my love is for you
hoping everythiing was just a dream
Maybe if the cored broke i would fall into that crease
You said love is fear.
And our generation has put us through the worst.
so dont ask about the past
I'm scared to own up cause my last
drink away the problems thats how you make it last?
sip a lil more? im 10 seconds for saying that "L" word
You know what it stands for
giving a sence of hope
hoping you have somebody to care for
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