Thursday, September 17, 2015

#5 From the war against ourselves.

Can you just shut up, let me finish a sentence.
Just let me finish a sentence.
Can you just shut up, let me finish a sentence.
Just let me finish a sentence.
I'm so god damn sick of my heart getting messed with.
I can't see shit through your broken intentions.
I hope you hurt like hell cause I'm going to heaven.
I can't see shit through your broken intentions.



I'm livin in a hell
its what is real.

Real, oh I don't wanna go anymore.

I know that you're confused
I've been there once
I've been there twice
The third I didn't choose
I guess I'm born to lose
The ones that break you down
They look so cool,
Its why I always break the fucking rules
My Synchronized wounds





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