I walk on the street of this town
unadorned and unfashioned...
Let it break.
Let it hurt...
Hushing whispers
Crashing around...
It’s crazy feeling all alone.
So many people around but emptiness is all you...
*This is still a work in progress, but here's an...
I’m heavy with guilt when I am with you...
When you think about joyfulness I believe it’s...
I hold to proven fact I have a reflection...
No matter how fast I race nor high I sit
I cannot escape the guilt for being born...
i can feel it happening again,
the world turning sideways...
It’s expected you know,
at bottom...
1 cut...
2 cuts...
Chained;
from sunrise to sunset...
That’s just it isn’t it?
We don’t want to believe that others could...