Lines to the Middle of Nowhere.

These are the days to remember.

Fuck you, destroying my soul how am i supposed to know what do you need? what is it you seek? leave me be Do want you want to me. you've already done what I can't remake. Take me. Be me. Feel me. I want you to fuck me. Like you mean it Even if you have to fake it. Scream it into the water Bubbles escaping from my lungs Expolde at the surface release the tension. Escape. About fucking time This is spontaneous.