It’s three in the morning, and I’m wide awake. But it’s ok baby.
Clasping my pillow because I can no longer hold your hand. But it’s ok baby.
Holding my breath so the demons can’t escape out my throat. But it’s ok baby.
I’m sorry if you heard me screaming your name. I guess that’s what happens when you have a broken heart. But it’s ok baby.
Yesterday you told me you never loved me. But it’s ok baby.
Last night I cried until I couldn’t breathe, and scratched my own skin until I could no longer bleed. But it’s ok baby.
I drowned myself in vodka this morning, trying to get the taste of your kisses off my lips. But it’s ok baby.
You shattered me in to a million pieces, and then left me to clean up the damage. But it’s ok, baby, pretty boys like you never help put me back together.
Nothing really matters anymore..