u want me to d*e myself so bad w this song❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹good shit

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Better Than This

Lyrics:
Summer time had all I wanted
for the future was so unclear
memories where we had bonded
I really hope the end is near

Words with no truth I am tired of
thinking about her is killing me oh
who knew that boredom would really be tough
I guess that my love was never enough

Hold my hand we'll make it through
as long as I am next to you
and how do I get over this
how do I get over you
when you're still all over me
how do I get over this
when you're in the same spot
I knew you would be

cinema (ft. steven shoelace)

I want to feel the ocean in my palms
When the right day comes my silence will break walls
Ill paint the sun for you in forty different shades
Ten for the beaches
And thirty for the stage
The moon was a girl and she cried the whole day through 
Til the sun collapsed and she was put back
Into the sky
I don't know why
I want to you to sow your heart right on my sleeve 
Maybe then we'll see the words you really mean
You say that we should talk
But I don't understand 
I don't have a voice 
And I wish you didn't have hands 
I weep to the trees,
They weep back to me
I get down on my knees
My mother does not know how to help me
I am a mosaic of past memories we share
I know the clock knows because I can see it stare
My limbs ache and I am tired all the time 
Countless remedies won't heal your one track mind
I want to feel the ocean in my palms
When the right day comes my silence will break walls
Ill paint the sun for you in forty different shades
Ten for the beaches
And thirty for the stage
I planted a seed when I was nine in just one day
It did not grow and the excitement ran away
When I was ten I realized it needed water
The news would say im someone's sister, someone's daughter
I weep to the trees
And they weep right back to me
I get down on my knees 
And pray to god that you won't forget me
Throw salt against my shins
Let me hold a tight tight grip 
Can I wring your soul out
And let it drip?
I want to you to sow your heart right on my sleeve 
Maybe then we'll see the words you really mean
You say that we should talk
But I don't understand 
I don't have a voice 
And I wish you didn't have hands

How To Mourn Your Own Death

Monet Dreams is a romantic reverie that uses impressionist painting imagery to explore the dance between artist and muse. The song captures the fleeting beauty of light and nature through Monet's brushstrokes while revealing the deeper longing to become someone's masterpiece. It's about mutual captivation - where love becomes art.

Better Than This

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