P O I S O N
*you don’t know how many times i told myself this can't do.

you're bad for me. i don’t see how something good could come from loving you.
the death of me must be your mission 'cause with every hug and kiss you’re snatching every bit of the strength that i’m gonna need to fight off the inevitable. you’re just like poison;
slowly moving through my system
breaking all of my defenses with time;
you’re just like poison.

what's the prognosis, how many doses am i needing now?
kiss me one more time before I die.