i dont like talking
whole day stalking
i cant fucking stop it
im crazy is it shocking 

her blood in my chalice
bones on the matress
head full of hassle
its like im doing gravel

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i dont got many friends and i hate them all
im in the front row watching my downfall
popping everything i find what the fuck is taxol
i dont like how i look might rip out my eyeballs

my misery is hysterical

skin

no texts on my phone n im so fucking drunk
fell too deep and i just cant stand up
time passes by as i remain  the same

hurt myself to remind myself 
i dont fuck up again
but im too ignorant
take a couple pills and i hope for the best
as i lay my head, i should fucking pray instead

and i admit it was always my fault
but what do i do when i got nothing to fight for
why do i weep when i got no one to cry for
lifes fucking hell, imma die alone

wtf does ariana grande have to do with this

im no better than that man

we’ll meet again
don’t know where 
don’t know when
but i know we’ll meet again some sunny day

a subtle tune for you, my beb

a subtle tune for you

all of it

months after party
theres poems in side of ur eyes
i will analyze 
read between every line
and if i open mine
will you say they’re nice 
or leave me here to cry
but almost every time 
i’m with you 
they just start to dry 
you wipe 
my tears 
and tell me it’ll be alright 
but idk 
but idk 
will you disappear
 idk 
but idk 
but idk 
sorry im so

wtf does ariana grande have to do with this

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