Texty:
Fall Of Transition This Is The Love You Hate

Can we take this ( .45 into our hands ) into our hands? Write them off and never return. Motivation ( color them in blue and grey ) in the shape of arguments

you left I found my purpose in life. I bleed for you every time you fall to your knees. Please don't bite your lip in spite of me. I've been taking this

left of me. Nothing can support me now so I fall back on these broken wings. You know I'd feel better knowing you were here with me, but I just want you