you know what I say—funkit killem kill a man jah’ro be at the top tomorrow you gotta know your body

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

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…

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

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

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,

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…

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…

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…