I Won’t Dream Of You

It’s three in the morning And I’m still crying How I convinced myself That you’re different from the rest Was a lie I fell for I should’ve known better Than to sleep with words You told me you loved me Told me you cared for me But you’re prince charming With lies on a string …

After Weeks of Writer’s Block

I’ve mentioned before that pain is my muse, a broken heart is a great inspiration as well as tragic. I found myself coming up with lines that I actually liked. I didn’t scratch them off my paper. Despite this being another dedication.