Soft wordsnone realityfalse truthsborn of corruptionthe depth of the deceptionunbelievable
you keep telling me your tongue is inspired by the thought of me and pink parts ofmy inner princess presenta truth of…
Every now and then? I remember youremember uswonder how you’ve beenwhat you’re up towho you’re withwho you’re talking…
when i was with you
that squee that would haveserved to deafen you as you spun mein feigned joyhas now turned into a screamas I fight for youto let me go
Tired of living ina netherworld of painlost and aloneno chance of any gain
“I want to have you to myself. Can you manage a night? Just for us?”
i amyou areall the things thatwe are