What’s wrong with being French?

I aint enjoying shit from those traitors

You don’t know the half of it

I keep trying to was away thr stains if my past. Keep trying to believe I am deserving of love and happiness. But everything I get ends up paper thin and fragile. I had what I thought was true love and it was torn away 4 times over. And now I can barely trust the love I do have. I’m still a monster.

All of the nights that I’ve bled through
Haven’t I suffered enough?
You didn’t stop when I shattered
Told me to kill my hope
You swore the world was cold
Didn’t you say that ruthlessness was mercy upon our—