this is insane..insane as in i need to make an image. i can so fucking relate to this, especially:
I long for the grant of wings. I long for the dead of night when all of this passes. You never meant those three words. Now I can't remember how to set my heart alight you never meant a word. No a fucking word of it.
This line reminds me of trying to reinvent yourself and of trying to bury or block out certain people:
o sick of my suicide, of burying every hero that I had every hero that I had.
this is insane..insane as in i need to make an image. i can so fucking relate to this, especially:
I long for the grant of wings. I long for the dead of night when all of this passes. You never meant those three words. Now I can't remember how to set my heart alight you never meant a word. No a fucking word of it.
This line reminds me of trying to reinvent yourself and of trying to bury or block out certain people:
o sick of my suicide, of burying every hero that I had every hero that I had.
man "I'm sick of suicide" as well