Have I been shredding my soul, tears, skin for nothing?
Were you ever mine?
Did you know all along of a sinking ship that you never planned to sail?
Answer me, true love.
Am i the sinking ship?
Your rocker jeans divulged the stories of our adventures hoarding weeks of dirt and sins stranger paths were lined amongst the frays of denim hung around the rips on your knees Why's don't matter because darling Oh, if they knew we wouldn't be mere two branded "madness Dated: 8-11-16
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If you want to be a hero well just follow me
What matters to you, matters to us.
Words, that shan't be more than mere whispers.
Sinking down, no bottom. Only DOWN forever..
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