you talk to me and the words go round and round like an empty gun full of lies and we laugh so hard before we let it out don't be the drama queen of your own dreams just give meaning to them and take what is yours abandoned rooms forgotten oaths these things keep coming down on me but I don't care the wall between the good and weak brings me to surface of the things I seek
Talking Dreams
Pyro Trees
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