The smell of cheap perfume tickles down my spine with sweet regrets. I'm sorry.

This pressure is killing me from the inside.
Is it me?
Why do i have to get all this?
Don't you dare tell me that god loves me &
he is just testing me.
No way.
Promises were made with you.
I'm sorry i let you down each year.
But i promise that i'll love you even if it takes a million years
to gain it back.