Another gift from God.
Breathing deep religiously.
Dust.
Splintering inside of
If fortune feigned a smile
I'd search for hairline cracks
I'd
Closing in closing down
It's your cross I cannot bear
Play while
Being as good as your word
Doesn't say that much for
Cancel Everything
I'm sick of this
All I said I'm afraid I
Taking comfort in lies
So that tomorrow won't disturb you
Choosing
dear friend and executioneri fear you're too latenote the damage
If paradise is half as nice as heaven that you
no stranger to tearsno stranger to irrational fearsno stranger to
i don't know what it is you think i owe
Sweet little SheilaYou'll know her if you see herBlue eyes
you've got a blind spoti've had what you wanti've fucked
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