they say your homes are built by deeds owned just by you but all i’ve managed was the devil-like acts i’ve got me covered now false statements and nooses, knives - it’s never the same thing
watch my back tonight i’m feeling awful guilty pleasures start i’m feeling different i’m filled to the brim constantly brewing tilt to the left and feel it all spill
hey it’s my last day i hope it’s alright the gulls are calling eating my insides
u know it kills me i hope it’s alright you know it feeds me you know it kills me
how could you act, well oh, so different when i say these things i don’t really mind it why does my world feel so blurry? all these things have caught me spinning
u know it kills me u know it beats me u know it haunts me u know it gets meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
