The tears suspend.
Smiles are not more than (empty love)
Locked doors can keep you alone
Forever paint words (from your lips) in a house thats no longer your home
Take the deams i know (as my own) and it worsens weekends
Thanks again for my mistery.
And you run with fake frineds
Im sick of your sad songs and sing alongs.
I kindof like it when things are wrong.
Straight from left end,
Theyll shout corrections,
And ill decline, and ill decline
Asource of comfort or some protection
And ill decline Smiles are not more than (empty love)locked doors can keep you alone
Forever pain words (from your lips) in a house thats no longer your home
Take the dreams i know (as my own) and it worsends weekends
Thanks again for my misery.
And you run with fake friends
Straight from left end, theyll shout corrections,
And ill decline, and ill decline
A source of comfort or some protection
And ill decline
In your throat
You will see surface relocated
Therapy.
all i taste of today is the shame (of) ,y whore prey
All i kinow are apologies
Do you feel the shame.