if I were to tear away strands of my heart pull away pieces and rip it apart.. would you still call me lovely?
baby come to bed it’s cold, and I can’t find a spar… baby where’s your head?
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
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
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…
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…
this little girl, grown too cold no drive to divert, no hand to fol… in showing who’s growing up, misery unfolds unknowing, ongoing
a fleeting touch sleepy embrace the sunlight casts diamonds on the lines of your face the span of your back
awakening each morning she just wants to be sedated to lose herself in that mess of mi… where she’s appreciated in each effort she counts
it’s starving out my center, wanin… away from what I’d feared, it’s dr… my pain from down beneath me, wait… for the pills to take their toll and my faith frames a shattered mo…
it’s something lost in translation something for you to find.. something left at the station to turn back and retrace your footsteps
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
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.
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