High off of love, drunk from my hate♣
Thursday, December 2, 2010 / 2:52 PM
Maybe this is what happens when a tornado meets a volcano
All I really know is that I love you too much, to walk away though
Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don't you hear sincerity in my voice, when I talk?
Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball
Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the dry wall