It's a lonely holiday. And I'm only thinking of you. It's the simple things that make. An infliction earning all of you. . Into fear, you tell me how you feel.
Skin into pieces, watch it and hold it down. This blood is on your hands, it makes me feel so good. On the surface, and there's no turning back. But I promise, I promise.
Have you noticed what you started?. Does it matter who you are?. And these necessary movements. They just make you fall apart. And you try so hard. . It's a game you play.
It's a shame when you know when you know this. When you roll your eyes back in your head. Fall asleep again and you're wakened. By the sounds of your heart when it's broken.
They're so into themselves. People have ups and downs. It's not who they're against. It's who they're acting for. . If you're so insecure. Then why didn't you lock the door.