I want auroras and sad prose.
home sweet home, where are you... home sweet home, where are you...
I cannot seem to break off the strands, Connecting me to you. I cannot seem to break off the strands, Connecting me to you.
The poem describes the pain of a lover. The poem describes the pain of a lover.
I used to whine about being bullied, So I decided to change every part of me. Not r I used to whine about being bullied, So I decided to change every part of me...
My pillow covers do not remain dry, I haven't been feeling like myself for a while. My pillow covers do not remain dry, I haven't been feeling like myself for a ...
Damaged; they call me, Irreparable for all eternity. Damaged; they call me, Irreparable for all eternity.