Can't seem to find the will to face how I feel. Broken sleep, broken dreams. Broken sleep has broken me down. Nights sick with paranoia. Trembling at the thought of your loss. Dreams— black and vile— coat my mind in shade. I'd give anything to be rinsed of this pain. I will never be at peace.
i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth