Today I'm Dirty Tomorrow I'll Just Be Dirt

by Sycamore Dreams· from A Black Day In A White Winter

I'm lost for words I'm holding onto thin air, it’s hopeless! You never thought before you spoke. You're thoughtless, you're thoughtless. No contact with you, make sure check out that agency between me and you and this love to kill us. This displays all your intentions, cause this is your sadomasochism All is lost if not cooperated with, all is lost Hopeless roses, hopeless roses, hopeless roses. The sweet end. Oh the sweet end between horror, it’s heaven Decorate the walls with With their sweat and their undying love to kill will decorate the wall around us Leave the rest, rest to die. What do I have to die for, not for this Decrepit world, I’ll be the last to die. This is my time left wasted