C/Clinton Kane/This is what a rough childhood feels like
it’s ten o clock and the whispers startin to realize what it always has been all of the times where we’d sit in silence the only reason that you’d stop fighting for silly things, like how the glass condenses onto the table, we’d never forget this was it our fault to think we should’ve built fences around the wooden doors that would just make it
harder for me, just to blink this anger we’re surrounded holes deep not surfaces don’t wanna end up like this
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where do I go when this place I call my home feels like the opposite I could’ve sworn I saw you pushed her down I stared had to leave this gaze prepared leave my bedroom clothes unfolded what’s worst is you were unaware that she was hurtin of all her things u had to break her like trees that starter screaming out with names as thunder why did you have to take that ring were u just under just give it back and take our lives let this be over
harder for me just to blink this anger we’re surrounded holes deep not surfaces don’t wanna end up like thisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.