Irrelavant

Irrelavant

late in the night i wonder where do my thoughts go when i'm done? do they go and live lives? do they live for all time? and if i forget,...
Bitter

Bitter

your heart is as cold as the bitter winter wind and i want nothing to do with it if the only thing i can count on is the sun, cast your shad...
Weightless

Weightless

if we're bending over backwards just to be just enough then we may as well bend until i break a point of no return but we're strong ...
Poison

Poison

my heart doesn't live in my ribcage it surrounds me all the time and if you want a piece of it you'll have to get in line i don'...
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