I wake the next morning with a blistering headache. Remembering what Melissa told me about drinking blood, I get up and head to the kitchen to drain a bag.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I wake and look around for Joe, but I am guessing he drinking blood. I get up to go drink some too, but do not bother to get dressed. My head pounds and I rush to get blood.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh