it’s something lost in translation something for you to find.. something left at the station to turn back and retrace your footsteps
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…
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
how could you people even care anymore spiteful youth give it up what the fuck are you fighting for…
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,
today I woke up just knew I was all wrong afternoon was over the shadows had grown long yesterday you asked me
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.
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
she posseses a laugh that kills like the drop her lips echo whispers of the poison she’s got want all of her passion
if I were to tear away strands of my heart pull away pieces and rip it apart.. would you still call me lovely?
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
the holder, beholder ahead of your game with nothing to lose but your face and your name divisions, provisions
I think to myself– if people were rain I’d be a drizzle and you a hurricane I float through existence
this little girl, grown too cold no drive to divert, no hand to fol… in showing who’s growing up, misery unfolds unknowing, ongoing