Wake up
grab a brush and put a little make up
you wanted to
hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
you wanted to
why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
you wanted to
i don’t think you trust
in my self righteous suicide
i cry when angels deserve to die
Bitch be threatening....be like “although you never helped me, I wanna help you get that thing off your face...” **slap**....”or maybe that’s just your face” **slap slap slap slap**