Listen when I say. Real Life is undefined.
How could you be so missable?
Everything you take makes me more unreal.
Real lines go undefined how could this be so miserable?
Under the summer rain I burnt away.
You turned away.
Listen. I can't make a sound or feel fine.
I kissed the lies.
Why must they be so kissable?
Listen as a break the fourth wall's seal.
Gorgeous eyes shine suicide.
When will we be invisible?
This is the fall.
This is the long way down and our lives look smaller now.....
and our lives look so small.










