Im in need of a little something. Its as if Im living without any air. I know I flaunt my shit with extra flare, so you cant tell. Inside me lies no sweet lullaby and every time you walk away I just close my eyes. I wonder if youve over heard them mumble about that girl whos lips remind of cyanide. Could that be the reason all the others lights have no shine. Maybe it was just their time. No one ever asked me for an alibi because bad girls dont wanna lie. Brutal truth kinda gets me high. Every now an then I wonder are there any good guys or have they all died, taking with them a little something and faint taste of cyanide?
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 22:24:40 +0000