troubles.

well the night went horribly wrong, i wanna kill him and he does too.
still we end up at home being "good" to each other, what a hell..
but i'm not thinking bout the boy asleep in my bed, oh no.
i.. feel. my heart's bitting so hard. and i feel.
when look at, when i think of, when i touch..
and it's not good. it's not a possibility.
i keep dreaming off.. i don't know how long i can deny it.
and it is not good.