this walkway is paved with fuck ups.
but this home was built on good intentions.
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- carved your name in my heart, but the wounds have ...
- if i had a minute for every breath i`ve wasted.
- late night discusions.
- i`m an overstatement.
- give up your fantasies, grow into new found reality.
- i`m to young, you`ll hate to love me.
- a sinners mind never lets it forget.
- you don`t know what i see, and you can`t feel it w...
- moods come and go, kinda like weather.
- friday night.
- nightmares at sunrise.
- HUNGER PAINS for the Vegetarian heart.
- mums the word straight to hell, we all follow simi...
- i guess i`m in a list kinda mood.
- shopping in the misery department
- alone in your city.
- loaded guns shot at wishing stars.
- all eyes on lies.
- dumpster diver!
- i took it back when the world cried.
- writings on your wall.
- split me into a different direction.
- big adventure!
- history writen upon a wrist.
- i`d build you a bridge if it ment helping you across.
- new light.
- shot to hell.
- all in a days.
- burning bridges.
- an eternal love.
- portrait.
- pitty of yesterday
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in color.
i see myself when i write, in color.
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