somewhere in between
6 cents for my thoughts...or for the random thoughts of punk artists that happen to mesh with my own personal feelings on the pain we like to call almost seventeen
*mr. higginson, am i not good enough for the world?
*if i told you this was killing me, would you stop?
*did you really think that it was over when you hung up the phone
and said goodnight?
*why can't you just marvel in the hopes that make up this reality?
your world is what you made it and i don't want a part of it.
*i wanna hang onto something that won't break away or fall apart
like the pieces of my heart
*hopefully everyone feels satisfied knowing i held back nothing
and i never lied
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