You make me sick to my stomach, like the bottles never empty and the pills are too thick to chop. I hate you more than surviving toasters in bathtubs, and I hope no one comes to your funeral except me. Cus I'm gonna sing all the songs we made love to, just so you know what you missed out on while you're alone in your grave. I hope you feel this cancer of depression when your heart grows back. cus I'm never coming back. 
at 1471154405000
- SourceBlack, Shea, JodieT, DeadPoet and abe like this
