...And I couldn't sleep from all your calligraphy. It's making me weak, every time I stop to see.
I have reconciled. You're all bold faced liars. Just the common collect, with no desire (woah). It's up to me.
You either get bitter or you get better. There's no silver lining in the goddamn header. Let's play revenge like a scene from Heathers. I have reconciled, with your drive for disaster. What a time to neglect, and to move on faster. (Whoah) It's up to me.
It feels impossible to keep it together when all of your friends have become fairweather.
...And I couldn't speak from all of your infamy. You were never discreet, never made time for empathy. I have reconciled with being tossed to the fire. Just a long term effect, but it keeps me inspired. (Woah). It's up to me.
It feels impossible to keep it together when all of your friends have become fairweather.