For you.

It's in the title you cheaters.

Aren't you tired?
Cause I'll carry you
On a broken back
And blown out knees
I will show you
The whole in my chest
Were my heart still tries to beat
Fear thee who write suiced notes
Love thee who give butterfly kisses
These ones, people
Are our every day curse
A death-grip on yesterdays
A choke-hold on memories
A grasping hand for our tomarrows
Of our one anxiety and future
Of
The
New