at gun point
we all live on high strung drama
melancholy, we love to pretend
we feed off romance, we drink to heartaches
melody and misery in sync
angst bleeds through every heartbeat
(i find myself breathing to the two dimensional
my life in a comic book)
melancholy, we love to pretend
we feed off romance, we drink to heartaches
melody and misery in sync
angst bleeds through every heartbeat
(i find myself breathing to the two dimensional
my life in a comic book)
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