A Disturbing Fear of Bitter Blasphemy Broken Upon All The Wounds 2

So what happened to the boy
Who wore the bag on his head
He didn't care about being in love
Human concept was flawed
Now he's dying to hold a hand

So now he's white lighters
Tip to his chest for a heart attack to come
So swear me off 
The best part of me was yours
Now it's plaster to the wall

◄ A Goddamn Vacancy 2


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