Chapter Twenty-Two

Just like a moth drawn to a flame

Oh, you lured me in

I couldn't sense the pain

Your bitter heart cold to the touch

Now I'm gonna reap what I sow

I'm left seeing red on my own

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

I'm shaking, falling onto my knees

And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself