....

there's an emptiness in me

and it's aching to reach the end of this bottle

the cap; closure

but if the bottle is empty the cap is irrelevant

so ill drink until i can't spill anything out

devouring spirits like yourself and souls

your mouth; purgatory 

because hell seems more possible when you're around

so cheers to you 

and your new nightly crew

now i know its true

we never were through

.... because you never hit start.....

hope your stopwatch saves you

timing was always an invisible slate to you

pain; clear ink

as i write letters to you that will never be received

Is there a reason why for anything

if you only see a view of your own

biast; deaf ears

a point you take from me is a point you try to take off my self esteem

i hate everything you say

ive tried so hard to walk away

but you always find one more way

to extend your broken stay

.... lies to believe in cinderella....