Texty:
Ruiner Hell Is Empty

bleeding to death, why can?t I stop. As I grew older, I grew angry. I got memoirs filled of shitty stories. Now sometimes I don?t know myself. If this is

Those heavy thoughts I let linger when the sun goes down. I don?t need this shit anymore. I can finally see it?s over my desire to hold on to old pictures

confidence to tell you I can?t be what you need I can?t always be the skin that you wear When you are cold at night When no one else is there to make

were right about maybe you were right about me. Some good things aren?t meant to be Nothing is meant for me There is no fairy tale ending There is no

's pretty funny now. You've always been more comfortable between cement walls, just inches from hell. The isolation made you see in black and white. See the world as a truly empty