You chose silence. You chose it more than life. You chose everything that you could. I knew from then more would be had from you. 'Cause you blow the life.
You said. Clichés come from the truth. Of beauty that every one feels they can own. Is then truth. Being rubbed out or watered down. . We dug a hole. To keep everyone out of view.
What am i doing here. When i was brought in the world. Through blood and tears. . How will it end. How will it end. . I'm not trying to be melodramatic.
Smoke a galouise at the after show. Even though you gave up a year ago. Think of all the ways to meet your heroes. While she wraps you around her ego.
When we say what we've done. And shown how we've grown. We'll never hold onto. What we think we own. All we can say is. We came down from the trees. We came down from the trees.