I've white knuckled my fists since i was ten years old
Mom passed. i didn't get a say in so
Brightside, nice guy
The things that i can't reach
Shut it off early
I forgot how her voice sounds
Admit its all my fault
That i don't cry anymore
I needa quit tryna run and hide
I'm not quick they rip me to pieces every time
Oh ur that other quinn
Ur 's best friend
Ur that asian kid that is living with
Couple needy arms, frying oil scars
I got flashes to the ones who care the most
Dirt in my eyes
Napalm to the ones shading my shine
Dirt in my eyes
Would speaking up even be worth while if they only see me this way in their eyes?
Takin my time to bloom
Spent too much time alone
Swept in a typhoon
Needa get a grip or ahold
Bad habit of going alone
No i don't need
But i know everything
I know! I know! I know!
Ribbon on my wrist red
See (her) deleted face again
Violet runway dedicated (to) the bayonetted pen
Better for everybody (to) leave me behind man
Nobody shoulder the weight sheltered in my...
I'll be fine