Torn, shredded, ripped apart.
Why do i feel like this after a day?
"It's nothing" I tell myself, "he won't do it, he never will..."
Gone crazy, wild, rage burning down to the tiniest cell in my system
"Is it jealousy?" I ask myself
Click of the bottle...
Drink a sip from the vibrant purple....another sip from the cold bitter sweet love of alcohol as I stare out the window towards his house....
I look away and into the liquid, stare at the bubbles fizzing to the brim of the head....
Enough....enough drinks....let's work
Walking steadily back to where i study....
it's 8:30 pm and i think about what he's doing now....with that pretty lass
Lass don't do anything stupid...you better watch out....or you'll see me with my beaming smile....and it won't be the smile of welcome, it'll be the smile of goodbye...for you....
eh,,,
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