I lost my color when I found my s… clipped the wings of found ignoran… and taught me to fly on a current so timeless I lost my last strand of youth
undeserving of what I gave just wanted to taste what I wanted… I kept telling myself I held all the reason you gave me some lines
it’s something lost in translation something for you to find.. something left at the station to turn back and retrace your footsteps
it plays it my head a hundred times through the softest of gestures I have given to you our eyes are held even
it was more like a lake less of a moat waters rarely ventured sober in a lightly patched boat yet I tried to cross this body
I’m the only one left stumbling he… and I just want to walk away. Like those I know from long ago and decided not to stay. To my not so dear past lessons lea…
it kills me to remember you’re just past gone, past breath… when it rolls around September I’m just past done, past thinking and every broken whisper
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…
if I were to tear away strands of my heart pull away pieces and rip it apart.. would you still call me lovely?
today I woke up just knew I was all wrong afternoon was over the shadows had grown long yesterday you asked me
the girl behind my eyes can’t see… it’s like a phantom in glass, you… not quite an image, you can see ri… but I see, that this wraith isn’t… whispers of malice I’ve never spok…
what would you call 'bad’? what would you say is worse? admitting that you tried, or admitting that you hurt? in telling all my following
this little girl, grown too cold no drive to divert, no hand to fol… in showing who’s growing up, misery unfolds unknowing, ongoing
not sure what is real, or my imagi… went inside my brain, and had a so… to conquer my fear, to finally see… my psychosis relies all on me. simple contrast.
baby come to bed it’s cold, and I can’t find a spar… baby where’s your head?