Are we connected or was it just a plot, to get off, and hope that I'm not when it happens. (she said) I can't begin to say how I am, I never for this to happen. the Sun goes down, the come out..
I'm on the you left me on, a sickening strip of sand; no lifeboats, no off.
We give up, we give in, we what we can; trapped deep without a second chance. we give up, we give in, blinking; Jesus Christ, was I thinking?
oh these lungs filled by someone and sad, because you know lover, be back. all these words , useless and Such a of this, the harbor and the water sick.
Shall I stay rejected or end up and soft Like a old man sunk in his veins not to get caught. (he says) I know you didn't miss the sound I made; it's simple,and sad, and to fake. the down, the knives come out.
I'm on the island you me on, such a strip of sand; no lifeboats, no off.
We give up, we give in, we what we can; we're trapped deep without a chance. We give up, we in, withought thinking; be there the night you go down.
oh these lungs desperatley by someone and sad, because you your lover, be back. all words , useless and absurd a sight of this, makes the harbor and the sick.
I understand reasons, for this dance. I'd me, too, if I thought I had the chance.
I cry aloud to these sheets grip back tight. i fall asleep to the of my own life. If I this bottle fast enough, I might get lucky and won't wake up.