Briallyn piosenki

today i cried in the therapist's office i wouldn't tell her why it was because i felt weak but if we share a cigarette can i lean on you for a while and rest my tendons because i can feel their hands on me their hands which dug under my skin and pried...

i got high with a boy who lives like a computer alone in his room all day and my blood was buoyed my eyes were bloodshot and i thought that i saw your name on my phone that was just me projecting my feelings like a black and white love story onto my...

i know it meant nothing, but to me it meant everything i know it meant nothing, but to me it meant everything and I know that's a cliche but I just can't make these feelings go away you like being my friend, could we just play pretend you like being my fr...

grandfather sends his love from where he can't return but his clock keeps time praying that we'll learn but it's so much easier looking back than acting with heart yeah it's so much easier looking back and acting a part 'let somebody love you' your wo...

i've been sleeping in so many beds none of them yours you've been touching so many hands haven't you, haven't you are your fingers red from the hearts you've handled or black are your fingers red from the hearts you've handled or black my skins is ra...

i love and love and love and yet i never give all of myself you think i'm using you for cigarettes but really i'm using them for you i put them in my lungs like flowers a bouquet with a card that says 'it's okay, i'm dead inside too i'm dead inside just...

i'm falling more every day every time he says my name interested in every facet but i'm not strong enough to face it alone our goodnights are an empty promise like my bed when he's not it but he's in my pointless prayers the ones i say though there's...

i always said i don't believe in ghosts but what are you then if i can't feel your heartbeat when you say 'kiss me' i get butterflies nesting in my organs and flying from your eyes you feel strong but i am shaking and my hands are slipping and i'm petri...

i don't want to exist anymore because simply being here means so much more when you call i wanna be wrapped up in you but when you don't i can't remember ever wanting to i hate you and i hate myself for that i resent you and how i already want to take...

vultures used to circle my house all day long guess whatever was dead here has moved on in my daydreams I give up my breath I give up my lungs and put ash in my chest my death will paint your memories gold so I can never tarnish, never mold my death wil...

it is very very true that i am very infatuated with you my feelings are a mess but i know i want to know you all the way through you don't have a middle name but you've got another last name in between we both lie about our favorite colors, yours is crimson...

in that house full of ghosts, we touched each other's skin and they watched, disapproving but i couldn't let you in, should never have let you in i know how to take and i'm always expecting more but i'm hopeless at giving, i always just stare at the floor...