The tears suspend.

Smiles are not more than (empty love)

Locked doors can keep you alone

Forever paint words (from your lips) in a house thats no longer your home

Take the deams i know (as my own) and it worsens weekends

Thanks again for my mistery.

And you run with fake frineds

Im sick of your sad songs and sing alongs.

I kindof like it when things are wrong.

Straight from left end,

Theyll shout corrections,

And ill decline, and ill decline

Asource of comfort or some protection

And ill decline Smiles are not more than (empty love)locked doors can keep you alone

Forever pain words (from your lips) in a house thats no longer your home

Take the dreams i know (as my own) and it worsends weekends

Thanks again for my misery.

And you run with fake friends

Straight from left end, theyll shout corrections,

And ill decline, and ill decline

A source of comfort or some protection

And ill decline

In your throat

You will see surface relocated

Therapy.

all i taste of today is the shame (of) ,y whore prey

All i kinow are apologies

Do you feel the shame.




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