You self destructive
Little girl
Pick yourself up
Don't blame the
Our old world is hard to find
I doubt it was
I can’t laugh to hard I’m on a diet
I’m trying
I’ll always treasure the naivety
Of the past we’ve shared
Our bodies
The ugly naked truth
She starves me of my youth
And I
He allegedly fell for me
through an open window
Cracked his chest
Each confession I make
Translates to you as an insult
We must
The way in which I feel is solely a reflection
Self hatred grows in me like cancer
I can’t locate its
I was a backing track
Saving my green voices back
Disguising the