Kneads verse Wands

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oh baby girl, this ain't right
i can't sit by and watch you spend another drunken night
with someones' bravado and chemical confidence
but still,
you sneak into my heart each night
i claw and fight for you to leave
but you always win

i am everything you could ever need
but nothing you would ever want


Game Over

Over my shoulders, i see the wolves closing in
i run and run and run
through the cold, though the sleet
but suddenly, i stop and clutch my chest
what will be the end of me?
will it be decadence i throw upon myself?
or will the ghosts of past mistakes resign me to
my fate?



fame over
Im not your friend
im here to make you feel better about yourself
im not your friend
im your crutch
im your excuses
im the reason you hate home
im the reason you smile everytime you see me
see, no im not your friend
im just everything that brings you happiness
and at the same time, im not your friend
im just here.

WINTERGAYSEX

if anything
and by that i mean
if dreams were meant to be actualities
and you weren't so damn cruel
winter would never come.

and for good reason.
if we're apart, then the world is right.
let's not disrupt this balance
this delicate nature of protocol and purpose
we're content

but all we do is suffer. we are never truly happy.
and for what means? to appease earthly desires?
well, you know, id trade it all in an instance
for an shot of fufillment.

to feel blood, running through my veins
to actually have it signify that i was alive
and not just dreaming
it would be finished

until then, until my number is called
ill sit, and wait. for you.
perhaps for a chance to feel your breath against my face
or your touch on my skin

but until then, ill wait. ill wait until death.
winter will get the best of me.

winter will be the end of me.