My hands are searching for you
My arms are outstretched towards
You try your hardest to perfect your explanations
You lie until
The question asked in order
To save her life or take
Telling Layla's story spoken
'Bout how all her bones are broken
Hammers
I will break into your thoughts
With what's written on my
I'm sorry, I don't mean to remember
It's true that I
Sick of circling the same road
Sick of bearing the guilt
So
Here I stand, empty hands
Wishing my wrists were bleeding
To stop
All your twisted thoughts free flow
To everlasting memories, show soul
Kiss
Sometimes life seems too quiet into paralyzing silence
Like the moon
Sometimes I'm a selfish fake
You're always a true friend
And I
I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice
We will make it out alive
There's a note in the
Unified diversity
functioning as one body
every part encouraged by the other
no
Break up already wake up now
walk away take it all
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