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only fools make feasts of gold; they rot the fruit on tables
i don’t need a metaphor for you to know i’m miserable
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Created on 2017-06-08 07:30:00 (#3212460), last updated 2017-06-09 (419 weeks ago)
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Name: | Adam Parrish |
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Birthdate: | Jul 3 |
Two years gone
Came back as some bones and so cynical
This skin don't feel like home
It's all overgrown but you'll never know
Take the mirror from the wall so I can't see myself at all
Don't wanna see another damn inch of my skull
Forget the poems of saints and ghosts
I'm the one I fear the most
Little did I know that I was only crying wolf
Came back as some bones and so cynical
This skin don't feel like home
It's all overgrown but you'll never know
Take the mirror from the wall so I can't see myself at all
Don't wanna see another damn inch of my skull
Forget the poems of saints and ghosts
I'm the one I fear the most
Little did I know that I was only crying wolf

I know it's so wrong but I'm so far gone
Don't need you to tell me I'm so cynical
Quit being so over-skeptical
Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable

When did I get so pitiful?
Just a god damn corpse in a center fold
You've got my back against the wall
Now I can never get comfortable
-lyrics from What's Wrong by PVRIS
Just a god damn corpse in a center fold
You've got my back against the wall
Now I can never get comfortable
-lyrics from What's Wrong by PVRIS



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