Ghostwrite Love

"No, thank you" is what I should've said, But somehow you convinced me again. Heard about all the things you've done, My foundation rumbles, and all my morals crumble. I'm weak, and what's wrong with that? I'll go wherever you are. I'll follow behind.



I'm a certified disaster, And I could ruin my life much faster If it wasn't for you in my sight, And my attempts to make it right. Each time you ask for more, And you immediately close the door Before I can even say no, And all I know— crash.