i am currently pitching a tent
do you know my intent?
i currently have a *****
i wonder if shes a groaner
lets play battleships can i sink you with my pink torpedo
i need to get out my pink speedo
so lets ****
or would you like to ****

Why do we think
love will fix us
and make us whole

When in the end
it just leaves us
more broken than before

i want to be in the essence of peace
i want you to be my comforting fleece of affection and love
could you be the glove on my fingers
keeping me warm
let our love take its form
could you be my essence of love my essence of peace

shes a late night ******* the road of self destruction
with the drugs destroying her inside her shell
her life must be a living hell
she will have a drag on her ***
anticipating her next ****
her addiction has turned into her moral conviction

when will she no longer be an angel of the night
but the angel of my shining light

I don't recognize me
I look in my reflection
Read my thoughts on hello poetry
Who is she?
I don't recognize me
Who am I changing into now?

He kisses me
Our little secrets
He touches me
Or little secret
He loves me
Our little secret
He drugged me
Our little secret
He keeps me
Our little secret
I can't scream
Our little secret
I can't breathe
Our little secret
You're chocking me
Our little secret
He killed me
*Our little secret

No one is going to be there to cheer you on at three in the morning
When your demons are picking you apart.
No one is going to be there to stand by your side
When you're all alone facing Goliath.
While the world is sleeping,
You are fighting an empire.
The world will wake up in a couple hours
Oblivious to the fact that you were up all night
Fighting a war.