my heartstrings cease to strain i’ve aquired a taste for poisoned lips drank deep of this disease in me adored with prying eyes beneath a mask made of flesh and thorns collected from the ones she’d loved before her eyes were opened wide she now could see forever traced deep the marks she’d made with her razor the lines of suicide
back then we wished that we were older waiting for the summer everything was new,…
Here's a picture of your lonely Fridays Turned to nothing on a Friday night Firecracker…
On, it's on. I declare my room a scene Gone, then gone It's too much…
Hem okudum hemi yazdım Yalan dünya senden bezdim Dağlar koyağını gezdim, Yiten yavru bulunur mu…
He sees me So clearly Come over And get my number He'd come around He'll…
There's nothing like London in the rain, There's nothing like falling from a moving train,…