I had you,
You must admit,
My words did their voodoo,
Coming from my lips.
The death of your heart,
Murder, I did commit.
You gave it to me freely,
As I held it in my hands,
And let your love slip through my fingertips.
My hat was empty, the white rabbit returned to wonderland,
My bag of tricks used up, nothing up my sleeve.
All that's left are my tears,
I fall to pieces,
As I watch you shut the door on me,
- Listening to: Rob Thomas, Ever The Same.
- Reading: Demenerialized Systems.
- Watching: YouTube
- Playing: Truth or Dare
- Eating: Hot Ham n Cheese on a Crossant.
- Drinking: Hot. Black. Coffee.