Silly me, I start to bleed
before you've made the cut.
As if the heartache and the whispers weren't enough.
Sometimes you take what you can get
Doing things that are reckless,
when you know better than that shit.
Nothing but ashes in my pocket...
ashes in my mouth.
Cursed to roam
when nowhere feels like home...
so my eyes have adjusted to the dark.
Another one
lost to pride
but I guess there's glory
in saying ''I'm right.''
Giving up on love.
He's too set in his ways.
It seems my magic 8 ball is the only truth I find these days.
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when nowhere feels like home...
so my eyes have adjusted to the dark...." this really reminds me of a vampire!
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