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

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…

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…

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

it plays it my head a hundred times through the softest of gestures I have given to you our eyes are held even

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,

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…

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