I promise. I won't do it again.
Just need for it to happen.
Just this once. One more time.
You see I've tried so hard.
To deal with things alone.
But now I have this drug. My fix.
You can get rid of reminders,
not the memories,
...so, go figure.
It feels good when I do it.
I feel free, at peace.
You ask me to stop, to call.
But I can't drag you with,
you're the only pure thing
ever left that I haven't ruined.
One more drag across my skin,
last release, then we begin.
Don't lose hope in me.
Do you love me? Even if I'm scarred, broken and not your ideal?
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