Slit Wrists And Hateful Words Testo

Another day in apathy. Closing your eyes wont prevent you from getting hurt. You'll be my slit wrists and I'd prefer to see what kills me. And to you here's a finger, beloved reflection, sometimes i really, really hate you. Don't believe them just because you can't see my tears doesn't mean they're not there. And you're still beautiful. And I still mean those three words. Make sure you keep me out of this I don't need anymore. Anymore
The mirror is made for two reasons: loving and hating the reflection. You have to live with yourself, so deal with it!'- words of wisdom