If the angels knew us better maybe we wouldnt have to scream.
Behind you the remnants of a girl with too many scars loving a ghost in her wasteland breathes quietly so no one can hear her.
We just keep counting the seconds.
Born alone. Die alone.
This rooftop, overlooking this city of dust crawls naked and diseased.
Ill love it until its gone and its always gone too soon.
You are stray and wild.
We have the same blood
Will you tell me a secret that you wouldn't tell anyone else?
Behind you the remnants of a girl with too many scars loving a ghost in her wasteland breathes quietly so no one can hear her.
We just keep counting the seconds.
Born alone. Die alone.
This rooftop, overlooking this city of dust crawls naked and diseased.
Ill love it until its gone and its always gone too soon.
You are stray and wild.
We have the same blood
Will you tell me a secret that you wouldn't tell anyone else?
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Unfortunately, there probably won't ever be another set of me here. It just doesn't feel right anymore.
No secrets here, they tend to fester. I like to keep my sores clean.