i'd never treat me this shitty

The way human beings speak is so heartbreaking to me – we never sound the way we want to sound. We’re always stopping ourselves in mid–sentence because we’re so terrified of saying the wrong thing. Speaking is a kind of misery.

i'm tired of being entertainment

how many times can the same thing break your heart? / as long as you love it.

why are you giving up on me?

it's alright to tell me / what you think about me / i won't try to argue / or hold it against you / i know that your leaving / you must have your reasons

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

i don't wanna be an adult.
i'm still a baby.

ill never allow myself to believe i matter again after you left me so easily

so are you a boy or are you just your trauma?

it's my party and ill cry if i want to

what a dangerous feeling that was, to be willing to be the icarus to his sun.

All the days you spent with me
Now seem so far away
And it feels like you don't care anymore

i don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch, everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you,

I don't know, if I should forgive, should I just forget?

I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

i don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch, everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you,

alone at the edge of a universe, humming a tune…

the morning after i killed myself, i watched the sun come up.

Take my hand, take me forward, take me to your dreamland

i wanted you to see my likes. i wanted you to fucking see them

there is very little left of me, and its never coming back.

you stopped saying goodnight and i stopped sleeping

don't lie to me， don't lie to me， don't lie to me， / i can't bear it anymore.

Under different circumstances, we could have been great rivals... or perhaps even friends.

I do my best not to trust people too much, not to love anyone, and not to expect anything.
At the same time, I do my best not to cause any conflicts, not to put on airs, and not to stand out.

but will you return? i came looking for you. i want to go home.

Maybe I'm the one to blame, I've a tendency
For always ignoring my brain when it says to me
That someone's been manipulating my empathy