WORTHLESS DRUNK

diseased, but sober

speaking in tounges

i feel your breeze

you come over my senses

like the poison you are

you give me such a headache

with your meaningless words

youre a bore, but you move me

cuz i see something in him

the same thing that makes me hate inside

sometimes i cry at night

i smell male

my second favorite scent next to weed

kill me again

invisible blood on the carpet..