I refuse to be empty, but I'm afraid that's all that I am.
I have cold hands, but I always do.
Yeah right.
Eye Eye Eye Eye Eye Eye
all I ever write about.
What happens
when one runs out of words; runs out of expression all to explain who it is that they are?
I refuse to be empty, but I'm afraid that's all that I am.
I have cold hands, but I always do.
Yeah right.
Eye Eye Eye Eye Eye Eye
all I ever write about.
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I refuse to be empty, but I'm afraid that's all that I am.
I have cold hands, but I always do.
Yeah right.
Eye Eye Eye Eye Eye Eye
all I ever write about.
