Photographs that remind me of when you were happy,
Before the resentful hatred and depression takes over,
Cascading us downwards,
Cascading you further down than me,

Reach out lover,
For our hands are closer than once before,
If you tried, just once,
Maybe I could save you

And death comes without warning,
You only awake when it’s nighttime,
I don’t think you want to be seen at all anymore

So I’ll take the photographs and walk for miles,
For there was a time when you were at peace

But now you’re gone

They never really said “stop”
Until the knife was fully in
And your blood was on my shirt
And my tears were on your skin
But you didn’t say a word

A face so unfamiliar
It turned to porcelain before my eyes
Had to close them, but I couldn’t
Wouldn’t touch a thing

Swallowed by impurity
Throat clasped against a wall
With my own hands and skin
Trying to tear my life away

Struck myself quick with a hammer 31 times
Till I passed out from the pain
It was the nicest feeling in the world
To forget it all

Oh, they think destruction is suddenly wrong?
And you are suddenly breathing in hate,
But you know, you’re not, you’re breathing in truth.
Your head spins round, and round
Try, carefully not to drown too fast
Because once you are underwater
You’re not yourself anymore
Just hollow,
And its like knocking on wood, trying, trying
To get through to anyone
You want to think differently

Narrow trees are the tallest in the forest yet not the most powerful.

Do you know what it feels like to love someone so much that you wouldn’t think twice about dying for them
Imagine falling from a millions height
Just never knowing when
You will crash land
Adrenaline mixed with beauty
Is Love & Lust

My life was never as important as yours and
It never will be
I don’t think about this too much

To go unnoticed, would be power to some
Not me yet, I haven’t grown that way
I’m not as original as you would’ve liked
Though I still can’t fit in

I’ve been growing for you for so many years
It’s time I did the same for myself and I feel now like I’ve reached
A cut off point, and a million questions
I, myself are unable to answer

It only gets worse when I am awake.

I wondered every single day
Was she the only pure thing left in the world?
I wrote letters I never sent and
Walked streets to where she lived

The world rolled on even though
I felt it should’ve stopped for her, in respect
Cos she was decaying now
The way she never really wanted to

I wrote I’m sorry 6720 times
For every hour that I’ve loved you

I’m still sorry

He throws spirals into the air
And twists my words into melodies
With a twirl of the hair

My thoughts are the shadows that follow us
They are always dark
In sunlight we breathe freely
Our lungs are not what they used to be

Take another cigarette
Better that they burn yr heart out
Instead