Are we still connected or was it a plot, to get yourself off, and that I'm not when it happens. (she said) I can't begin to say how I am, I meant for this to happen. the Sun goes down, the knives out..
I'm on the you left me on, a sickening strip of sand; no lifeboats, no off.
We up, we give in, we take what we can; we're trapped deep without a chance. we give up, we give in, withought Christ, what was I thinking?
oh lungs desperatley filled by someone and sad, because you your lover, be back. all these words , useless and a sight of this, makes the harbor and the sick.
Shall I rejected or end up drunk and soft a bitter old man sunk in his veins not to get caught. (he says) I know you miss the sound that I made; simple,and sad, and easy 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 a second chance. We give up, we give in, thinking; I'll be the night you go down.
oh these lungs filled by someone and sad, because you your lover, be back. all these words , useless and a sight of this, makes the harbor and the sick.
I understand reasons, for awkward dance. I'd me, too, if I thought I had the chance.
I cry aloud to these sheets they grip tight. i fall to the sound of my own life. If I drink bottle fast enough, I might get and won't wake up. [x2]