the holder, beholder ahead of your game with nothing to lose but your face and your name divisions, provisions
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
if I were to tear away strands of my heart pull away pieces and rip it apart.. would you still call me lovely?
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 plays it my head a hundred times through the softest of gestures I have given to you our eyes are held even
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
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,
how could you people even care anymore spiteful youth give it up what the fuck are you fighting for…
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…
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
baby come to bed it’s cold, and I can’t find a spar… baby where’s your head?
it’s something lost in translation something for you to find.. something left at the station to turn back and retrace your footsteps
shine on, your simple sunlight two lovers down the line a faintly ribboned path ahead the destination isn’t mine drastic pause, no push to start
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
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