obsession does not regret that all the thoughts are poisoned the inner being is kinda possessed the space in my head is pretty noisy it’s pretty noisy it’s pretty noisy
you rebounded so much fire by moving nothing to me to myself i’m such a liar we need some fuel for breathing we need some fuel for breathing we need some colors for breathing we need each other for ‘scaping
for good ‘n all it’s a gloriole an addiction and also a part of my name there is no help in this humiliating crawl yes, i find it myself insane i find it myself insane ‘n it drives me insane