Insecurity
he tries to find himself
in this torn up town
On this damaged ground
This sudden feeling
It’s surely helping me
in this place I’m forced
to grow up in
He told me,
I’m his angel
Is this make believe?
Should I join the dream?
He told me,
I’m his angel
I’d rather die today
Then him think less of me
I told him,
To put his wings back on
He doesn’t understand
How much he has to give
I told him,
To put his wings back on
What a blissful dream
I’ll watch him fly away














Comments
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Festivly fucked up inside....
-Zaccharia-
Eventually, when we're old and rinkly I might tell you who it's about....or maybe in a couple minutes..heh. No but seriously, gracias!
hoe.
You best run and hiiiiiide BIATCH!
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