May your shade be sweet

scream until there’s nothing left. so sick of playing, I don’t want to anymore. the thought of you’s no fucking fun. you want a martyr I’ll be one. because enough’s enough.
you told me think about it, well I did. now I don’t wanna feel a thing anymore. i’m tired of begging for the things that I want. i’m over sleeping like a dog on the floor.

(Source: gypsyandthecat, via gypsyandthecat)