There must be something wrong with me
My mind is just a sickly little alibi
And why am I surprised you're giving up on me?
"Goodbye", the word you're wielding like a knife
My mind is just a sickly little alibi
And why am I surprised you're giving up on me?
"Goodbye", the word you're wielding like a knife
I feel sorry.
Dying to finish off this sorry self.
Results tomorrow. I feel angsty. But perfect timing, you do have. Was it intentional? Or was the blade just attracted to the dummy. I honestly cannot tell.
(Stupid idiot egghead mehhhface) D:
Oh just kill me now.