Darmowe least Photos of Ghosts

There are certain times when I wished I wasn't so alive,
and I would take it out on people like they were dead
I blow them away with words so red,
it chops their skulls from their shoulders,
and they run circles till they fall off the face of the earth
it only works if I know enough about you to pierce your heart,
your soul, and if you've pierced mine
It only works if you've touched me soft with patterns of trust
I disengage the bond if my paranoia seeps to the surface like vomit
Why do you even bother?
It happens when I hate myself to the bone
Broken mirror I

"Sunday Morning"

Sappy pathetic little me
That was the girl I used to be
You had me on my knees
I'd trade you places any day
I'd never thought you could be that way
But you looked like me on Sunday
You came in with the breeze
On Sunday Morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning

I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well... so well

You're trying my shoes on for a change
They look so good but fit so strange
Out of fashion so I can complain

You came in with th