Empty thoughts
Things unsaid
Empty soul
Left for dead
Broken hearts
Crooked smile
Broken bones
In denial
I just keep telling myself... it's all inside my head
Never thought
I'd be ok
Without you here
Every day
I just keep telling myself... it's all inside my head
Vacant thoughts
Never said
Withered soul
Still not dead
I just keep telling myself... it's all inside my head
It's all inside my head
It's all inside my head
12-2-22
Gather the band!
Deep, existential grunge. You play an instrument?
bananas are the perfect food
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