Picking up the pieces where you had left Care full. careful. not to step People th people they …. rush and they fight Yet this city is sleeping ..not only at night
Deep cuts, gash on the surface that you left No filler or polish could hide the scratches
Im forming Dips in my lips from toppling years Like some bleak recording of all of my tears :(
Arcane. lipstick. hide it, and you willl see I cant always be the one version of me
Crazyohcrazy girl I could appear :P Yet A mirror holding u up to ur own fear
Light. Glaucaus Then celadon seeping the culture aint lit so the emptiness creeping
Actually tired now … scared I am losing the fight Because the spirit can keep me flailing at night Turning around I look.. but there’s nothing really there
Ive been brought up and taught only to care Ground make bloom skin blush bruise
Circle through square Birth Circle through square