EMPTY
A VOID TO FILL
*****
SUBSTANCE
NUMBS THE HURT
*****
CAN'T WATCH THIS
WON'T
YOU FLY
I STAY GROUNDED
FILLED WITH REGRET
LOST AND HAZED
IN THE NEVER ENDING STRUGGLE
TO TRY AND GET AHEAD
AND THE LAST PLACE IN THE WORLD
I WANT TO BE IS
HERE
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
EMPTY
A VOID TO FILL
*****
SUBSTANCE
NUMBS THE HURT
*****
CAN'T WATCH THIS
WON'T
YOU FLY
I STAY GROUNDED
FILLED WITH REGRET
LOST AND HAZED
IN THE NEVER ENDING STRUGGLE
TO TRY AND GET AHEAD
AND THE LAST PLACE IN THE WORLD
I WANT TO BE IS
HERE
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