Carve another notch in your bedpost, whore. Lay back and tally up the score. Count the number of hearts you've ripped from chests. Then put your pretty eyes to rest. They've had a long day of looking for love in all the wrong places. Putting too much stock in pretty faces. When will you learn there is a difference between lust and love?

I can see it in your eyes. You've finally learned your lesson. I could forgive and forget. But its too little, too late. I could say "I told you so." But I think a big old "fuck you" is much more appropriate.

How could you be content to drift through life never questioning? Sticking your head in the sand whenever you see something you dont like. If you cant see it then its not there right? Age wont make me apathetic. Old ways for old people, new ways for new. This is our way to kill old people. Age wont break me.

She's a dead horse. There's no sense in beating her into the ground. She's a dead horse. Accept it and move on. No matter how many times you kick her in the chest she will not take another breath. And don't let the twitches fool you. It's just nerves, it won't last. There's something newer and better waiting to take her place. But you won't move on. So as you sit here beating a dead horse we'll be riding circles around you.