

The Break UpConstant vigilance and paranoia reign In the midst of a flood again Seeping through the crack so minute His eyes wander down in confessionThe Break Up
Gapping hole of the beating organ played Never again will the same mistake be made Paper clip hearts and scribbled paper torn Silence is the epitome of scorn Footsteps echo with in my skull Ocean water fills to the brim
Crashing winds burn the skin Salts abrasive commitment sinks deeper in Call me now, but dont leave a note Hands alone arent so personal
Words spoken in mixed rhythm &n
Insomnia
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GOOD GIRLS are BAD GIRLS who don't get caught
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