My empty promises
led to our demise
And I could
I had the notion that you'd make me change my
I gathered you here to say my last peace
A few
Cursed by my imagination,
Teeming with echoes of situations.
I do not
Hello, is this thing on?
Are you listening to me?
I need
I found fountains of imagery that are passing
through me
This poor trace
a striking resemblance to incidents that I've,
I've endured
Slip, trip, and fall..
Well I'm down for the count,
I can
It's like a thousand paper cuts soaked in vinegar.
That's the
I never remember birthdays.
But I could never forget the sound
I know you don't know me,
Or care what I do
I
A text book infection
Starting in the month of june
I never wished to be seduced
But that never seemed to
It's the way that you blush when you're nervous
It's your
Yeah there's a method to my madness
If only I could
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