you don’t want to be with me, I get it. but I’m the best option you’ve got… are you with me? I’ve waited a very long time to lo…
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
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
don’t ever hope to forgive, to for… I’ve been stuck in your thoughts since the moment we met not what you want, nor what you ne… I course through your veins
from the most beautiful creature o… to the most deadly being of sin she follows my thoughts so effortl… and the nostalgic terror within I remember the smiles, so effortle…
if I were to tear away strands of my heart pull away pieces and rip it apart.. would you still call me lovely?
have you seen my fire? I’ve misplaced it. somewhere in my darkest resentment… hidden along with my fear of failu… and drive to be my own character
in a faithless race for imputiny I blocked all I found worthwhile… in a hopeless attempt for my weak… that I’m here facing fear on my ow… rather like to be free where I roa…
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.
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,
the holder, beholder ahead of your game with nothing to lose but your face and your name divisions, provisions
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…
it plays it my head a hundred times through the softest of gestures I have given to you our eyes are held even
joy should not equal the lack of self-pain that rare fleeting moment you forget your own name.. I pray for it to all go away
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