you could see me if you wanted to
musta cracked my skull when i fell for u
may he stab my heart if these words arent true
god strike me down if its all a ruse

oh and one last thing

skipping class

prod. wixxy.mp3

tell me u hate me oh
i fuckin hate u too
but with that look in ur eyes
i know u want it too
i took another pill
so i could float awayy
can u cut that shit out
im tryna hear u talk abt all ur secrets to me
i wanna take you to a place youve never been before
i just wanna feel more
you got blood in ur hair
passed out on the stairs
i feel shallow when i wake up will i be here
doesnt matter they say they love me i know they lyin
im so fuckin lost but i keep pushin, i keep it movin
sipping jack out of the fuckin bottle, im fuckin groovin
i could get whatever i want but it dont fuckin matter
i wish it would change how i feel but ive been feeling the same
trapped in my brain
like im going insane
oh i love when it rains
i love what u do to me
u tighten up my chain
pull me in close
you said you wont let go
whyd u let me go


let me go

goodbye stacy

i hate myself for being born :c

lyrics
oh, so sick in the brain
i let that liquor run my body
i bet you think of me everyday
i hope you think of me everyday
i think we should run away
we'll love eachother for the day
youre on my skin just like my blade
and we'll fuck those tears right off your face

#jealousbastards

i bet you think of me everyday

well here it goes

your lies (feat. reincoltation)

This song is rough recorded in 1 take on my Zoom ... a song about my grandmother who I always think of as Advent approaches.

Let It Snow (copyright 2025 by Mike Dampf)

At her window in the spring, at her window everything
then the summer, then the fall
waiting for the call

She was there, I knew it well, loneliness rings like a bell
far away, on thinning air
but I was young and didn't care

"and who will climb the stairs for me
and who will bring his heart to see
these bitter stars, this hungry soul
let it snow, let it snow"

Dusty star on a metal tree, advent mass on a small tv
a ticking clock, an empty chair
an old, gray partridge in a pear

Finally I made the call but there was no one there at all
a clock unwound, a book unread
an open cage, a bird that fled

Soon the 12 days and the star, hope love finds you where you are
you'll hear bells on thinning air
but you are young and may not care

comeback2me

ipercxs