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I wanna hear it, those precious fucking words, those compelling beautiful songs that grab a hold and never let go. I need to know what makes you fucking tick… if it’s you or days lived by those who are already fucking dead. Destroy yourself for me please let me know there’s something that lives beyond your record collection… Maybe I live entirely for this feeling of waking up expecting it to all fall apart. You wouldn’t know…
Some words
Are worth
More than
Plastic Smiles
That I
Can never produce
I thrive for heartbreak- thrive for the let downs. And I only relate to the ones who know how to live there life on there sleeves. Expressing ourselves for a chance to lose it all…And we are the ones who have nothing.
Some words
Are worth
More than
Plastic Smiles
That I
Can never produce
I thrive for heartbreak- thrive for the let downs. And I only relate to the ones who know how to live there life on there sleeves. Expressing ourselves for a chance to lose it all…And we are the ones who have nothing.