And every night i've made it home...i just can't remember how. (POJ)
Woke up from a nightmare and tried to go back to sleep. these days it's not the nightmares that are killing me, it's what comes next. at least in nightmares
fades. these are the days that should have killed me...getting to comfortable with pain. going nowhere in the name of hope, growing into broken bones. the fractures
The dead are fucking dead, and that's how they should stay. why dig them up when you killed them, buried, spit and walked away? and then you gave the
Don't know what i would have had to write about if there wasn't you, or if i ever would have wrote at all. they said it wouldn't last... nothing ever
all again. you never love like that again (the first time), and the longer that you live, the less you feel alive. and we don't die for anything anymore. i'd kill
So much wasted time, i've got to catch up now. but i was never really lost because you were always found. anything i'll ever be, i'm just trying to
We were like that once...when you could die of a broken heart, and just one smile could fix it all. we'd get back up when we'd fall. and we believed
I should have fucking known, you are who you fuck. and they called me a thief. they called me a thief. nothing more than a thief, open hands stretched
go, we swore we'd never go again. 'this is where we kill for love,' it's what we have to say. this is where i killed for love just to get away. i lie
it be? i lie, i cheat, i steal, i kill. if i could sleep, i dream of having reasons to wake up. they lie, they cheat, they steal, they kill. and every
One eye open, and you're calling out the blind for all that they can't see. i hate to disappoint you, but this is how it's always been. a life spent
