Drag me to hell.
First it was dry, like the taste in my mouth. The sensation crawled slowly, I was yearning from the drought. I looked eargly towards you twice, hoping we'd never have to part. The first time the clock went around, I knew he'd stole my heart. All of my wants and nothing I need, time now says, I need you to fix me. The thing I should have told myself was not to get comfortable. I'm not who I was, this is just my story in hell.