#BoatHelp #Home #Lost #Love #Sober
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
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
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
it’s something lost in translation something for you to find.. something left at the station to turn back and retrace your footsteps
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…
it plays it my head a hundred times through the softest of gestures I have given to you our eyes are held even
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…
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
how could you people even care anymore spiteful youth give it up what the fuck are you fighting for…
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
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
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
baby come to bed it’s cold, and I can’t find a spar… baby where’s your head?