07-18-2018, 07:07 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]naive. too naive. warm as the sun's rays and unconditional love from a mother dedicated to her child, yet foolish while falling for pretty lies spoken from deceiving lips of twisted souls. eager ears all to willing to hear faux stories to lure in such a sweet, gentle being of such a higher status. a boy fooled again and again, crossed, double crossed, backstabbed and left for dead, yet keeps giving. giving, giving, giving. high hopes for wicked beasts and tattered souls to change for the better.
( oh, you poor, naive boy. don't you know? creatures of habit never change )
( oh, you poor, naive boy. don't you know? creatures of habit never change )
◜❛ ✭ ❜◞ -— BUT IT'S THE LAST TIME I BLOODIED MY HANDS
i'm living in vain, i never promised you a damn thing