these are ruins of all that we could have been. crushed and condemned ourselves for immaterial gain. the weapons of words shot holes through our masquerades
I'll never go back there don't make me go back there... now that god is an athiest finally i can sleep at night in a hotel room with holes in the curtains
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Help! In this Junk I?m drowning Drowning How long? Til I sell? My mother So I become Important to you In this junk Drowning How long? Til I sell My mother
They say that from the looks of it That you and I probably won't make it (When I hold your hand) I know that somewhere (Deep inside of us) The love is