stick around to blah blah blah lets chit about the chatter our minds have built this world we serve though does it really matter conversations paper thin they barely break the silence us all here made to sin existences great defiance
I've been sleeping with the lights on Dreams do not show until the early morning And Sometimes not at all. Restless. Yet the days go about without rest Almost nonchalantly As if i do not spend my nights Hoping to catch the eye of a better tomorrow