He’s dirty
He’s hungry
He’s lovely
Gotta bath him
Gotta feed him
Gotta lo
I hate christmas
Be my christmas tree
I hate santa
Be my christmas
Im not guilty
In case of insecurity
Not just me
Im not guilty
I
Stand closer
To this freakin loser
Sand ...doser
Am i paranoied
You’re so bea
and now it comes the trouble
but im holding your hand
and
after windy nights
and crying eyes
you brought me
some pretty flies
things are
i think i think too much
i guess i guess too
day one i cry
day two i bleed
day three i die
day
Anyone please
Ease my confession
Everyone breath
My toxic perception
If a man c
Sunday Rain
Sunday Rain,
wash away my pain
tears of blood
drowning in the
and there's the age thing
who cares with the age thing
it's
Im here and you’re not
I’l hang my self on
I just
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