Your name cuts deeper than a knife
pictures of his pass insignificant relation give me doubt

Covered by hay with uncertain emotions embedded in my concertina
memory

For goodness sake!!
Hes still hits your phone up is this love i just hold the space of a ghost yet to appear

You don't make it obvious but i'm too blind with love to mention my lovely little pill is killing me slowly

I'm not alive if you can see me then your dead
don't like the way i look that much so i can't

it's impossible for me to

LOVE MYSELF!!