Chapter Two by Ice Nine Kills
Every grateful word
From every song youve heard for
I never meant to make you feel this..
Good things never..
Last night you said
We could spend the night in your bed room
Is all I want in my heads
Spinning like this song out of..
Control is all you have in this relation-
Ship is sinking quick
As your sick blood runs through your veins
You pored my life down the drain
Youre a lush and I bet you want to touch me
I regret every memory