I am tired of walking with fistsas hands and in my throatthere are days that crumbling is the only solutionto a war no one is fighting anymorethat i have convinced myself i have lostI am tired of wearing make upto hide these bruised eyes from tears and forced laugh linesthe tango…
and I already want my body composition to be 30% not giving a fuck and 70% whiskey.
People baffle me sometimes.
But fair point,
"She gets what she wants, and she breaks what she gets."