Κυριακή 1 Ιουλίου 2012

Misssing your breath

"Woman,
I aint never hurt so much as I did with you.
As I stand here,alone in the dark,afraid,fighting with my soul,way past midnight with a bottle of booze and some pills in my filthy right hand,I realize all the trouble I've been for you.
Maybe it was the smell of your pussy inside my head that go me horny last week when I saw that waitress that always reminds me of you.Maybe it was the time I woke up from a neverending nightmare and realized a song was in my head.The same song you chose to tatoo your hands with.My song,you said and smiled like a friendly ghost and then,I slept again.Or maybe it was the Time I saw you outside a punk concert and I was with this whore and didn't have the balls to scream how much I love you.
I love you.


Girl,I miss you every fucking day I exist.'Cause once we were and now we are not and this shit ain't never gonna change.You went elsewhere to sing your blues and all I got now is the drugs and the booze.
What I do,I do it for you.Everytime I see the sun shine,I remember your big happy smile causing me a small erection and a backsmile.Everytime I see a woman,I know it ain't you,'cause I can still breathe and everytime I see a whore I know it might be you.


Darling,I miss you,like hell misses all its sexslaves.You are what I love.You are my fears,my sins,my failure,my beloved,my destiny.


God,I want to see her smile again and and then I can die.
I want to breathe again."