More words to you, boy -
the cycle repeating...
This mirror lies, it is a false witness
for it depicts my chest whole and clear...
We run away from oblivions
Pitch-black past visions...
All through our lovely life
I've had to go away...
All life is,is pain,
It is all plain...
Her sarcastic speech and psychotic screams echo...
While your whispers and your whimpers make me wish...
You play off my insecurities
To get what you want...
Jacob was tall and imposing.
He'd walk into a room...
Pains lost long ago
Return evermore...
Beautiful women are hard to keep, I finally found...
And when you finally get what you asked for
you then realize...
This is about learning from a destructive...
How does all the pain...