baby come to bed it’s cold, and I can’t find a spar… baby where’s your head?

there’s the potential for this to… there’s a strong chance for all th… I’m not saying that all this is ho… there’s a slight chance that we mi… this is the part where I smile and…

is it a penchant for self-loathing… my mind has a habit of deviation filling answers with questions tha… my heart has a practice of exhumat… and forgiving the most cold-bloode…

tell me your secrets and I’ll tell you my lies bare the truth of each moment I’ve truly despised if you tell me your secrets

stuck beside myself all night I hear your echo in my sleep a simple pro and con of sorts as I’m trying not to creep on wanting words and wording wants

creeping, it grows a bit too quickly, and he knows all these stones and every moan feel it burning in each bone and when he’s walking home alone

she posseses a laugh that kills like the drop her lips echo whispers of the poison she’s got want all of her passion

what if I told you.. that I’m not alright. I’m not saying I’m restless, but I can’t sleep at night. Due to thoughts of my fears,