Pick your drug of choice. i will choose self-destruction with grace and class. you can choose power and masculinity. it's odd how the littlest bit of white purity can hold me together from the wreck you made me become. but how dare me blame you. you did absolutely nothing ... exactly, you watch as you let me mix this into my blood. the same blood that pumps to my heart. the same heart that tells me every minute of every hour of every day that I fucking love you. That still hasn't changed but I can't really seem to see my future. It's all getting too blurry. and my mind is racing to fast. I am going to crash and I feel like I'm going 100 miles per hour. don't worry though, I will have a smile on my face.