Texty:
Drawn From Bees The Boy The Ocean

You run from yourself crying for a reason. With thoughts in your head thoughts are just for losers. Why waste time looking at the finish line you've

same there's always a place to hide the blame. Lie, cheat, stall and hurt yourself weather the words to stop the storm. Proud old fools protect their place only a fool can fall from

This is just a little place a little place where i can hide. Falling don i scrape my knee i need to find a place where i can hide. Everyone will notice