Whoa. Throwback.

Whore. 

Pervert.

Jerk Off. 

Slut. 

Two-Faced.

We sure know how to pack the punches, 

One after another. 

But we care, 

I swear. 

He means the world to us, 

But excuse us, 

We have to run him into the ground first. 

Big mouthes and small brains, 

What an epidemic. 

Dagger eyes and lightening tongues. 

Monsters of today, 

That's what we are. 

We've fallen far, 

And we've trapped him down here with us. 

Go buy him some make up

To cover up the bruises and scars we've left. 

But makeup doesn't cover the pain, 

We're a pain. 

We've made our Golden Boy 

Into a copper piss pot. 

But we care, 

I swear.

We do such bad things. 

At the end of the day

I'm still there

With tissues and "I'm sorries"

Will it make it better?

No. 

Will it make me better?

No.

♥ Hearts for the hearts we hurt. 

Bedhead.