right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may

I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand

They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor

i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body

They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I

I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts

If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for

Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed

Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have