Waste

Crywank

It′s as if I believe the more that I
Squeeze this pillow between my thighs
The more likely the chance,
I'll find romance if it somehow becomes alive.
I share my bed with a bad brain spilt
Ash and cum stains almost every night
Please find me a drug to replace
The love that is slowly leaving my life

You know you′re wasting away, wasting your days