The toxcity of our feelings fueled by alcohol
Ruthless rules, war of words, no wounds inflicted to harsh, nothing is to personal

Extascy in our make up, Euphoria in the ressurection
Cycle of hurt, hate, lust, love, shameless fxcking and affection

Yes some time I forgot your worth, but how dare you have the nerve to fxcking leave!!
Begging, pleading why’d you have to find someone better then me?