Faced with mortality, we are all consumed
By a creeping sense of dread, a fear unassuaged...
There was a girl whose comfort shape was circles...
She loved them so much she loved a boy with...
If you look into my eyes,
And I allow you to see...
Every time I close my eyes
I still see you looking at me...
With the leaves from the trees I'm changing
All around me rearranging...
would you do it
if I asked...
I was with someone new,
Still thinking about you...
Hope is misplaced faith that
your heart will continue...
Let me guess doc.
I’m gunna die...
Night, at the beachfront.
Against the wave, we both dived...
So you like to cry
Well welcome to the club...
So that sounds like it sucks…
Yeah dyings no joke...