Bright lights for dim eyes.,
The falling hills embrace your goodbyes.
Crash and burn,
Scream but not heard.
Setting sun in a world
Dont sweat the drama.
Tonight I'm going home in a coma.
Feel
Dripping blood on your sunday dress
So much baggage, a fucking
Day by day you serve your time.
Mask your face, get
Empty, self taught lies.
Since childhood we crash and we die.
Felt
Got holes in my fucking hands,
Cause I can't fucking sleep.
All
Two packs, and a bottle of jack.
Neurotic, gotta wash it
Just wanted to hear you,
Through dying lips.
Just wanted
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