i could never comprehend this hole thats in my head cause i havent found anything to fill the void maybe i'll write a book on self-inflicted burns i
So write this down? On the back of an old photograph It's there to hold a memory you wish to put away And write this down? On the back of an old glossary
six digit offers come calling to one's who sell a certain name this rough draft tragedy brings contracts and a spine tingling pain I find myself sick
the leaves all blown away I don't think I can get myself to wake up and face another day When it feels like, nothings going your way, and you wanna be new
