She sang of a tortured heart, of innocence lost at childhood and crying blood at the foot of heaven’s door for someone
i got nothing to prove
ARE YOU ALONE TOO?
i actually really need to sleep
I've always been a fucking masterpiece
i can feel your reign when it cries, gold lives inside of you
a phenomenon being deemed illogical doesn’t always mean it’s not true likewise an ideology being thoughtfully logical doesn’t mean it can’t be wrong
the eyes never lie
if these walls could talk, they'd tell me to swim good. No boat, I float better than she would.