I am clearly broken and . No-one knows what to do. Pieces of the puzzle don't fit . So I pound them into you. . Itching is the pulse inside. Creeping up to come alive. It's just doing what. It
I’ll never love again. I wont ever have to pretend. I’m never gonna love again. . Yeah. . I don’t ever wanna have to try. Although I lie. It never flies. I don’t ever wanna have to die. But