I can no longer see the painting I drew on your face. Everyday, I damn myself for using water colours. Why did I not see, they'd wash off?
I cried out for help, it was help I cried for, but you didn't listen, all you did was take and take, I let you
You taught me how to care less. I learned, I practised, I failed, I quit. Do not expect a thank you for that.
Maybe all men are a drug. Sometimes they bring you down and sometimes, like now, they get you so high
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