breaking off the part of me that lets things fade away, shaking of the certainty of this bitter ending, you calculate this mess, two years deep, it's
so you think that you are better, better than this better than all. broken. you dont know just how i feel. you dont know just what is real. so why did
take the hatchet that i thought id buried, cut me down and throw me away, this is just routine and a fact of life, it's halfway through the night and
See your faith See the wind Your sealed fate It's happened again False convictions Fake intentions You still think that you get one more time around
Bring your words to the river. Throw yourself in. There will be no tomorrow. This will be the end of your poison from the tip of your tounge. Drowning
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almost sadness - feeling more or less ashamed, nothing more than space in your time between love and refined, and it has taken you so very long, how can
All eyes must be on you. It's a pity you're addicted too. Now go ahead, manipulate them. Initiating doubt, a new dynamic found. By sharing all your weightless
Dresser droors are filled with pocket change Coupons cut, cigarettes smoked down to the butt Is this what dreams are made of? Adding up subtracting down
these walls that we build save me from myself. in exchange of life for blood i am justified purified made right in your eyes. for you justified by faith
This has come to end. In moments these flowers will bloom and rot. In moments your beauty, laid to waste. Your convictions felt. Your convictions denied
86 on dreams I'm still standing. Screaming in this room tonight. All out of dreams. I'm still holding onto this scene tonight. And it's all over now.
through preperation and years of screaming. it has come down, it has come down to this. i dismiss all the action taken to scar me. i'll take it upon myself
What would you say if receptors quit receiving? Or if everything you believe, you quit believing? What would you hold if you fell into the night and all
Oooohhhhh!!! Let's all just face it cold! The wastelessness that gives ties. Let the tower fall. we'll watch the son of simple rage shine! now the tired
Words like violence Break the silence Come crashing in Into my little world Painful to me Pierce right through me Can't you understand Oh my little girl
Blood still flows from an open wound. In a room, one heart beats where there were two. The killer had a knife and golden blonde hair. Her eyes blue and
I know that things are getting tougher when you cant get top off from the bottom of the barrel wide open road of my future now... its looking fucking
