I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of being alone.
I’ve flown too much this year.
There’s a fear of weapons:
shoes
Two sisters with black bangs like their mom
celebrating the bulb
that
Love me, say what you mean to me,
say what I
The criminal mind, deception seems a chore.
It takes time to
The wheel runs cold, hands brittle as braking; the road
I can't seem to find any time
Weak, dilated eyes, neon
Oh, my heart, the cold!
The numbness in my hands.
The gloves
While our hands are blistered and our tongues swollen with
Pull the strings to break my heart.
Take some things to
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