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  My sweet, No that’s not right. My love? Darling? Sweetheart? I can come back to that, It’s fine.
Its 3:00am and here i am still awake I keep crying and overthinking, but most of all regret You're even in my dreams, thats why I can't sleep I know that i'm fucked up, and I know i've made bad choices
I will still love you when the world ends,  heaven and hell to tear us apart don't forget me im still going to love you even if you're not made for me if you in my life was just a lesson
My bones are led Weighing me down Onto this bed That isn’t swallowing me Fast enough And in my head Too many things Too many thoughts Are pouring in Desperate to be heard
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