And I want to break up with you, But sadly, you are Me.
The peaceful look on corpses reminds me life isn't a gift,
But broken crayons still color the same, aye?
And that hurt like hell. I saw the man I spent my entire life trying to show my non-ending love Touching and loving another,
So please don't ask me to open up, Because I am used to being by myself, Because I know you won't stay, Like I want you to.
So next year you're cutting people off? I'm cutting too, But not people. I'm cutting something much more worthless, I'm cutting me off,
We are a family of young, curious, ambitious artists eager to articulate pertinent issues across all topics. Join us as we tell you stories that make a difference.
