This is for anyone with the broken heart.For anyone who cant get out of bed.

domingo, 10 de abril de 2016

No hay canción que más veces me haya visto llorar.


because i still think back to the first time you called me with nothing to say 
that morning you were more than just my friend 
and we both noticed something had changed 

if you spoke  insomnia might loosen its wholesome grip on my throat 
and i can begin to forgive you for admitting the hoax 
instead of learning to hate you for very minute you don’t 
because i sit here wondering if anything you said was true 
and who it was that taught you to speak bullets 
without considering the exit wound 
tell me who