If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. 

Music is my life.

How am I supposed to hear what you hear? When you never heard the sound of our glass hearts breaking with every tick of the clock when you are GONE!

My secrets are burning a hole through my heart and my bones catch a fever, when it cuts you up this deep, it's hard to find a way to breath!

A boy of anguish, he's a man of soul, trading in his misery for the life of the road

What's the worst that I can say? things are better if I say so long and goodnight, so long and goodnight

This is not what it is only baby scars, I need your love like a boy needs his mothers side

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me, her conscious calls, too guilty to come home

Ever since this began, I was blessed with a curse, and for better or for worse, I was born into a hoarse. I know I said my heart beats for you, I was lying girl, it beats for two, cause I got your love, when I've got these voices

You told me think about it, well I did, now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore, I'm tired of begging for the things that I want, I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor

I'm waking up to ash and dust, I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust. I'm breathing in the chemicals

Put on your war paint. You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down. Strick a match and I'll burn you to the ground. I don't want to take your precious time, 'cause you're such a pretty, pretty, pretty face, but you turned into a pretty big waste of my time

I've got those jet pack blue, just like Judy, the kind of name Juvy likes to temper, I'm the last one that you'll ever remember

When I tell you I'll be fine, I still want you by my side. please just try to read between the lines. Where's my comfort in the undefined? Please just try to read between the lines
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Imagine Bastille In The Artic would be my username but... it's too long to use :(
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