There isn’t much of me left. Just 2 cold lips to kiss and a dick to ride. And I’ve got these three words that I’ve kept only for you. You wouldn’t even care to believe it if I said them. They got lame these days, like a gum, chewed in every mouth. Lost it’s meaning like every other good thing else.
Sex is what sells these days. Put a barcode on my forehead. Give me a price. Not that I’d cost much, only thinking I should go with the flow. I want to be shallow. I want to be like everyone else. I want to fit in. I’m tired of being the outcast. Forget about feelings. Forget about the honour. Take anything you can take from me. I’ve not much left of myself. Just leave me the colour of my eyes. They are hiding those three words inside.
couldnt have said it better myself. exactly how im feeling </3
