I miss you arms around me,
If I only knew this
Forever is so easy to say
But I can't stand to
When I die 1,000 birds will fly out of my
You say you miss those days
But we did it right
Quit
Five, six and ten
Reworking my reality
Let the record play
Trancending practical
Scream your name
To the deafest of the dumb.
The darker the
I wish I could give you more than this
A save
Tear up the cul-de-sac it's all the rage
Tear up the
What true project has been lost
Slip of the fingertips
What true
With closed eyes
You close your fist
They tell you what to
With closed eyes,
You close your fist
They tell you what to
Is this starting to make sense
Bring all your pennies to
For the love of hate,
for the pretty ones.
Tear off this
Deny the existence of...
Your philosophical orgasm.
Come down off your soapbox
I
This isn't for you
This isn't for you
I speak in tounges
Teen
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