theres nothing left theres nothing right, all that was right is now gon

head fog,


quiet voices




quiet goodnights



i want to hurt u but i cant, thats an assholes way



i fink to much of u






theres a bak up to my plan



i think







i need to leave






i need to see u



its gunna be to weird otherwise




but u got yer shit, n i got shit








fires flame up





i think im gunna puke






fuk a n e






lies grow and grow, u say u dont but I FUKKING KNOW!!!!!!








so dont