Its Getting Hard To HearWhats going on i hear you breathing im not ready for the vaccine yet but its so greeting its like a poison i love the feeling it bring me to i place i know its almost fleetingIts Getting Hard To Hear
i hear the bed creak im barly seeing i stumble to read the clock my hands are bleeding were have they all gone ive been left here
tell me whats going on
i stumble out words the streets are hearing the beating of my rapid heart is all im needing
tell me the reason why im watching this all again reasons is stretching
it
Aimless EndeavorIts my, Bloody message Torn from my hands a simple defect my thoughts begin to fray taken from this uncertainty I try to comfort All around me dissapointed hear my bones crack under pressure hear the loss of a thousand i stare out of my window share me upon the thousand the way it feel to be slaved give in to my aimless EndeavorAimless Endeavor
Midnights skylightBlood shot the midnight sky shatters our souls and motion bound and crippled stepping on glass of night broken mounds of trees lay waste living in starlight dreams recreate inside ideas pull the glass from your feet place another on nights that seem to crawl create your self a sense of mindMidnights skylight
Self inflictedThe thoughts they transfer leaving away my mind bottled in shame teasing my eyes there face to face its my reason to go blind ashes they fall and it burns thoughts of you awaySelf inflicted
cold and in my mind you twisted my words it my reasons there all mine blood from my nose it drips at pace repetitions then flatline fall on my face drown these thoughts of you away
smashing the noise tearing apart these strings and sound calling your name nothing to keep these sounds of you away
abortion clinics, bombs, IBMsthe hum of your ambulance, i stopped the traffic artist, tune, many, ways what box of flames my absolute high went above the steps of humidity the taste of my skin i'm sitting next to a hopeless bulge my first name of tragedy was your last name of stay the silhouettes of loneliness bursting with lights of forgiveful thinking.abortion clinics, bombs, IBMs
emotionally challenged, she strolls down alone.
in this mesage of tasteless passion,
i bring to you a lighter and my fuse.
Nirvana
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I want to break dance with you.
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"too believe"
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"too believe"
Go.
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i want to be the girl with the most cake
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Stephanie;;
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"too believe"
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And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for those meddling policemen!!!
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