ain't the speakers that bump hearts/It's our hearts that make the beat- Holding Onto You 

It's all about my forehead/And how it is a door that holds back contents/That makes Pandora's box contents look non-violent  - Migraine
Let it be said what the headache represents/It's me defending in suspense/It's me suspended in a defenceless test - Migraine

 Shaking hands with the dark parts of my thoughts, no/You are all that I've got, no - Doubt

Fused at the wrist, I simply tell them they should shoot at this/Simply suggest my chest and this confused music, it's/Obviously best for them to turn their guns to a fist - Guns For Hands

 Before you walk away, there's one more thing I want to say/Our brains are sick but that's okay - Fake You Out
Behind my eyelids are islands of violence
 My friends and I, we got a lot of problems.


I dont know why i spend the time doing this when none of you care enough to look at who i am so why the fuck should i tell you who and what i am if you want to know the message me ill respond



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