i played the guitar this time thats why it kinda sucks :) let me know what you think

i need new friends im all on my own
nobody cares and thats all i know
i cant play chords my life is a joke
i have no heart its turned into stone

we all need a shoulder to cry on

guitar by @i-wanna-be-a-jack-o-later

wish we didnt talk with words
im not too much of a flirt
wish you couldve heard it first
from me and no one else 
you stupid fucking girl
im too much of a fucking spaz to tell you that
to tell you that

im such a fag
dont read my message

just save yourself
from being infected

anythings better than being the second
to explore your body ill start with your necklace

hey
im such a faggot

emotional burden cause i get dramatic

hey
just save yourself, cause once youre with me know theres nobody left

hey ... deleting later

@six-days-after-christmas did the guitar im moving soon

route

wifiskeleton - just dont call me by my name

i coul;d never count all the hours i spent just telling myself that you never existed
buzzin like a radio, my mind keeps buzzing like its never alone

like i really need a medal all the times i tried
you shouyld really get a bucket all the times youve cried
get knocked down yet i still survive



did it hurt when you fell from heaven
does a god exist

angel

wifiskeleton - do you look at me at all in the first place

made by skel had to upload since it got removed everywhere. 

Couldn't tell me what to write
Didn't wanna go to school
I'll just make up these soliloquies, and
I'll just pretend it's cool
I'm not someone you'll aspire to be
And if I am, then you shouldn't be
Impressed by a guy like me because I don't ever do anything
Any nigga can play guitar
I can't really do it that well in the first place
I'll just try a different tune, a different tune, a different tune
But it just comes out the same
Woah, woah, you, you
You'll never be The Pixies-ie—

didnt really like school i left in fourth grade

suicide bait acoustic

Random horse: *Nuzzles me* Me: *laughs* Easy now.

sempiternal sunset on the heath;
the amber painted heather of the evening.
the apocalypse:
my mind is a wasteland of memories of you.

my mind is a wasteland of memories of you,
my mind is a wasteland of memories of you.

1

mercenarychild

Recent comments

06soren

Related tracks