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❛i don't know where you're going
or when you're coming home.❜
♛
Age 28
The suburbs, and no I don't need to describe much further.
Seen December 20th, 2015
Posted December 29th, 2012
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❛i don't know where you're going
or when you're coming home.❜
♛
CLEAN SHEETS ARE COMFY
drinking coffee, trying to play FFVII in my spare time but getting distracted
drinking coffee, trying to play FFVII in my spare time but getting distracted
I feel fine, and I can smile... but I feel the anger coming.
It's underneath; I don't know why it's always overflowing.
It's a constant fight, deep inside, and I want to forget it!
I confess; I'm always afraid, always ashamed of what's inside me.
I confess; I'm always afraid, always ashamed of what's inside my head...!
I can breathe, and I can feel... but not the way I want to.
I'm on the edge; I don't know how I can escape this nightmare!
I confess; I'm always afraid, always ashamed of what's inside me.
I confess; I'm always afraid, always ashamed of what's inside my head...!
Wasting away is part of my instinct.
I'll put away everything I hate.
Take this away, help me escape; take this away, I confess... innocence!
Innocence! In-no-cence!
It's underneath; I don't know why it's always overflowing.
It's a constant fight, deep inside, and I want to forget it!
I confess; I'm always afraid, always ashamed of what's inside me.
I confess; I'm always afraid, always ashamed of what's inside my head...!
I can breathe, and I can feel... but not the way I want to.
I'm on the edge; I don't know how I can escape this nightmare!
I confess; I'm always afraid, always ashamed of what's inside me.
I confess; I'm always afraid, always ashamed of what's inside my head...!
Wasting away is part of my instinct.
I'll put away everything I hate.
Take this away, help me escape; take this away, I confess... innocence!
Innocence! In-no-cence!
It's been long but we can do it; let's make this our dream

Look to tomorrow because it's all we have. Turn up the music until the walls shake. What do we have?
Is it hope? Love? Is it nothing at all? We won't know at all until we make something of what we feel.
When that happens, we'll find the truth. We'll find what we want. And we will find ourselves, finally.
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Age 30
Male
Adelaide, Australia
Seen July 4th, 2020
Posted December 21st, 2019
4,258
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14.3
Years
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