" I wanna be drunk when i wake up on the right side of the wrong बिस्तर and evet excuse i made up ,tell आप the truth that i get hate what didnt kill me it never made me stronger at all "

He rolled over opening up his blue eyes that were mopped underneath black hair, he sat up looking around the room knowing he was now in an empty बिस्तर alone, like he had been for years. He was hoping this दिल ache would make him stronger but it only made him feel worse. He scratched the black rubble on his chin as he looked at the दीवार of his room as empty बीयर, बियर cans were filled on his nightstands. He blinked a couple times deep in thought thinking about her.

" प्यार will scar your make up lips sticks to me so maybe ill leave back there im sat here, wishing i was sober, i know ill never hold आप like i used to"

her red lips and grey eyes brightened up seeing him and she laughed blocking her hand in a camera lense " stop it!! turn that camera off " he smiled setting it down on the counter and kisses her lightly on the lips and picked her up in his arms spinning her around falling on the सोफ़ा, सोफे with her as she laughed.

" But a house gets cold when आप cut the heating without आप to hold ill be freezing cant rely on my दिल to beat it becuase आप take parts of it every evening, take words out of my mouth just from breathing, replace your phrashes like when your leaving me"

She yelled at him and had tears in her eyes " आप never get it!!! आप never do!! we need whats best from him!! " she yelled as from his view he sees Bentley peeking from behind a hallway दीवार watching them fight. He takes in her words as each terrible thing she says beats him up inside.

He stares at a broken picture frame of her and scans it with his blue eyes as tears well up in them and he finally threw it into the दीवार smashing it into peices.

" Should i? Should i? maybe ill get drunk again....ill be drunk again.... ill be drunk again.... to feel a little प्यार "

She slammed the door behind her as she left and he looked down for a मिनट hesitantly running after her opening the door looking out the hallway seeing her gone, he let out a shaken breath and slammed the door as he walked back in grabbing a बीयर, बियर can off the counter opening it and taking a big gulp and crunched it throwing it into the दीवार as it smeared बीयर, बियर all over the white wall.

" i wanna hold your दिल in both hands, and watch it fizzle at the bottom of a कोक can, and ive got no plans for the weekend , so shall we speak then keep it between friends, thought i know youll never प्यार me like आप used to "

He sat in his chair with his face in his hands as empty बीयर, बियर cans filled the side tables and floor around him, no matter what he did he couldnt get her piercing grey eyes out of his mind, Bentley walked out slowly looking at his dad sadly " daddy...? " he spoke out peeking out from behind the chair looking at his dad with his big grey eyes underneath the black hair that covered them slightly.

" there may be other people like us,you see the flicker of the clipper when they light up, flames just create us, and burns dont heal like before, but आप dont hold me anymore "

He stood up angrily slapping Bentley in the cheek knocking him to ground and picked up a आग stick, hot at the end and smacked him in the arm burning him, as his son cried out for him to stop something about this made him feel better.... in control......

" On cold days coldplays out like a bands name, i know i cant heal things with a handshake, आप know i can change as i begin saying, आप cut me wide open like landscape, open bottles of बीयर, बियर but never champaign to applaud आप with the sounds that your hands make, should i should i maybe ill get drunk again....ill be drunk again... ill be drunk again...to feel a little प्यार "

His eyes widened as he heard the door shut behind him and stood up turning around seeing Bentley " why are आप home!? " he shouted, his son spoke out " i-i got cold..... daddy whats happening.... ", he walked up over dragging his son द्वारा his arm and threw him to the ground " being cold is not an excuse!!!! " he shouted kicking his son in the stomach hard.

" All द्वारा myself....im here again...all द्वारा myself... आप know ill never change... all द्वारा myself...all द्वारा myself....im just drunk again....ill be drunk again... ill be drunk again.... to feel a little प्यार "

He heard his door open and saw Bentley as old as he is now with money in his hand " here... " he muttered out placing the money on the nightstand and turned around walking out closing the door behind him.

(( kay so please tell me what आप think..... :S its the first one i wrote...... ))