we don’t give up, we fuck shit up.

my heart, my pain won't cover up, you left me.

I'm sick of shaking,
never waking from the hell I achieved.
I never knew you till you left me
with the crying disease.
Another curing reasurring way
to buckle the knees.
So mistreated I repeated never
blessing your sneeze.

Now deleted and
defeated,
I will stand on my own.
Yeah, your memory that punches me
has broken a bone.

Give me recipies for sorry,
I'm admitting I'm wrong.
Still your memory that punches me
has broken a bone.