This Is How You’ll Leave Me
I don’t know how to give you that rush of ecstasy like he did, that timely joy you must drop everything to attend to.
I don’t know how to give you that rush of ecstasy like he did, that timely joy you must drop everything to attend to.
You’ve took my issues and spun in into every mental illness possible, psychosis, bipolar, crazy, psycho, among the many diagnosis. It’s again, unnecessary. I’m still trying to understand what joy you’re getting out of this name-calling.