I thought I was used to this
But I can't help but laugh instead at all those years of forcing myself to grow up
But I can't help but cry into the child I lost in all those lies
But I can't help to understand it now
But I can't lose you, too
I didn't believe what they said in those movies
That my heart will die once I figure out those eyes
But I can now, and understand you now
But I can't lose me, too
And I can't lie, my heart broke a long time
But I'll keep it alive for you.

My Song 13.wav

Brushed off, undone - 9/3/24, 10.50 PM.wav

how to be pretty (20th century guide for socially inept high school girls) - 10/23/24, 9.36 PM.wav

instrumentals was from the official post of the OG artist

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAHGTvJfp0o

Passing Papers by Egg covered by Boke

Paris syndrome.wav

God loves y’all n have a blessed day :)

crying in the chapel_2 - 1/29/25, 8.11 PM.wav

(Songs of Songs 2:8-10)

I hear my lover’s voice
He comes running over the mountains
Racing across the hills to me

My lover is like a gazelle
Like a young stag there he stands beside the wall
He looks in through the window and glances through the lattice

My lover speaks to me

The second song - 2/2/25, 9.13 PM.wav

surrender - 4:7:25, 1.19 PM.wav

erotic lily chou chou cover

can you even try

Suddenly, when I watch all the people and cars pass me by
What was that night?

I can’t get away from what happened 
Like a replay of a lifetime
Instigated, with a fine

For a time I thought I could get away with what was only mine
But I still feel like I‘m gonna die

My hands grow cold
And I could see it in my bones
Fingernails turn purple with veins so full
Trembling just to ask for some time alone

But I can’t seem to get a hold of my skin and bones
And what is mine is really mine
Until your eyes catches what you like 
And by then I’ll have to let you take a bite

And when I say no then you will say that I started the fight
But your eyes turns wry when I ask why

My hands grow cold
And I could see it in my bones
Fingernails turn purple with veins so full
Trembling just to ask for some time alone

And I swear that the paint isn’t thinning
It’s just the wallpaper peeling
But why am I still feeling like the helpless child
The one who’s screaming and crying just to stop all the fights
And in the end the joke is mine

Passing Papers by Egg covered by Boke

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