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Because you can.

Any small thing - The smell of grass And mud on my Feet, The smoke in the fire - Is enough to bring you Back. Who said Necromancy doe..

Champagne bubble Stars, shine On marzipan clouds. They fizzle and burst In the last rays of a Gummy lace sun. Champagne stars Shoot throug..

I'm sorry, I could be anything; The excitement at The beginning, The delirium (When I feel like Dying) At the end. I am rain in the light O..

You've got So many scars, Your skin looks like Crumpled tissue paper. Kill yourself in the bath Babe, It won't hurt (as Much) And it'll be ..

My heart keeps stopping. Jerking like A broken record, It keeps skipping Back to you. (Because I'm so broken without you) I need you here. I n..

We barely even got here, So now I'd like to stay. Please don't run away, Now that we're in the clear. When you go, I'd cry, But, I know, I'..

My freedom is locked Inside your cage. My ambition, Stumped by your Axe. My love has been Squeezed and crushed By your giant, child Hands..

I kinda really Want to change. (My whole self) Put up new photo's And start again. In these old photo's I see the future You. I want new m..

My future lies In words I am yet to write, Thoughts I am yet to Think, Songs I'm yet to sing. Iwas balancing on a Thin line, The line betw..