in motionWhen I don't know
where I'm goingSomething about this
old houseJust makes me want
to die.
Making my way in a world that tells me not to.
in motionWhen I don't know
where I'm goingSomething about this
old houseJust makes me want
to die.
a virtueHammered two iron nails
examine the wound.But her promises
are never fucking true.It's a thought to remember
slipping through a scarletNothing is ever finished
glass door
forget every single thing
you know and you won't
have half the empty
head I do.
I'm lying when I say
I hate everybody, but the
trend seems to be that
the more I get to know
someone, the less I
like them.