Name: leave me at the station by hicel
Duration: 1 min 22 s
Description: not sure what to think, i cant always be wrong...right? its fine. ill be the villian

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chaunes wtf is wrong with u?
i just couldnt lose
when i was with u
kno u love me too
but then u left
and told my friends
it felt the same
as being dead
i was so done for
know that its all for you
ur not a dumb whore
like they say in the news
im just a loser
who was nothing to do
except lie down all day
and write songs about you girl
fuck me up until im bruised
i kno u think im pathetic
i think that ur pretty cute
you think that i have a fetish
promise u im not that weird
i say that u gotta let it go
u whisper in my ear
"wanna overdose on antidotes?"
u were the one
for me my girl
message for u
just be yourself
just be yourself
just be yourself

be yourself

do u fucking regret it yet

mistress v1 demo (old)

not sure what to think, i cant always be wrong...right? its fine. ill be the villian

leave me at the station

not so intrested

also done in the car while driving so quality on mic might be butt

miranda cover (yiru) i lit just post covers 🥲

dollsong

No more sports cover number 1

мы-скользим-по-волне,-пока-оба-не-выдохнемся,

Smoke in the window the morning still pale
Years in their lungs like a slow drifting veil
Bones thin as glass in a trembling frame
One wrong step and the floor forgets names
Jobs fold quiet like chairs in a dream
Lonely rooms learning new ways to breathe
We count our mercy in near missed fate
Call it a blessing when the fall feels late

Old hands shaking on pill bottle glass
Time pours thin in a paper cup class
Waiting rooms ticking in measured doubt
Calendars lie about running out
We don’t speak fear, we just tone it low
Lower our voices everywhere it goes
Tables stay set for ghosts in the chair
Faith in the salt and the folded prayer

Four slow legs in a borrowed pace
Eyes still finding my darkest days
Every goodbye like a dress rehearsal
Every return feels universal
Monthly needles, the daily pill
Love in routine, in stubborn will
He breathes like time is a loan to him
So I breathe like I owe it back again

Lights stay on but they flicker thin
Numbers hover where peace been
We rent our calm in 30-day grace
Pretend tomorrow already paid its place
Debt rides quiet in the passenger side
Hope steering slow with one good eye
We don’t look far, we don’t ask how
We just keep the house from falling down

Badges beep me through borrowed doors
Lucky breath on unstable floors
Reorg weather in clear skied rooms
Storms decide without warning who moves
Five years feels like fog in math
I can’t see the end from the middle path
No keys resting in my hand
No name stitched beside my plan

35 tracing circles in shade
Youth slips quiet like a late train gate
Some lives read like closed captions on
Written ahead while I’m still midsong
I wonder if the one missed a turn
Or just learned in another world
I leave the porch light soft and low
Hope dressed casual so it won’t show

No burning bush, no heaven split sign
Just another morning asking for time
Keep them breathing, keep him strong
Keep me working when nights feel long
If this is all the faith I own
Let it be enough to carry me home

Hold my quiet prayer
As I fold my fear and set it down
Carry what I can for now

Quiet Prayer

Clown

if you cut my hands, i would still write all these letters

leave me at the station

hicel

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