Monday, December 19, 2011

They diagnosed me with ocd, but that's because I strive for perfection hopelessly, notice me I fuck up so perfectly, I know your here but I fear the moments that slip from me, my arms are left with you, my heart is left in two, check my speed, limits to my destiny, I hear gimmicks that's supposed to be stressin me, if I'm wrong correct me, because you say so much shit indirectly, causin me to fall back and let me, lose it as u take my happiness so selfishly

Written By Esra Chebli