Empty p.3

3:00 in the mourn'ing.

My conscience yells "don't be so blind! You know shit ain't right".

But when he says he loves me, I want to believe it'll be alright.

But I want to be blind , I know the lies.

When he stumbles in, smelling like sin,

Dried sweat smothers his skin,her fragrance violates my senses. Still I roll over and embrace him despite the fact.

Fuck.

Damn.

Shit.

There goes my conscience again "girl call it quits".