Texty:
Amazing Transparent Man Print Is Dead

an end. If I hide these scars, Would you see how happy all this makes me? I hope this mask is fooling you. Tricking myself is hard to do. My face is

It's just pretend. And you, as you sleep tight, I'll protect you from bed bug bites. As trains, they fly by. And all that I needed, And all that I wanted Is

She slips out of bed. It's 6 in the morning. She kisses my head Without even a warning. She thinks I'm sleeping. But I watch her slowly dress. I rot

Here I am, once again. My feet sway over the deep end. This edge I'm sitting on seems Lonely, too. I guess it's true, just what they say, This town

trying to tell myself it's all right. Your imprints burn the back of my mind. So don't let me be a burden to touch. I'm forgiving you now. Is forgiving

need someone to hold. You know I cannot do that. What we need it time to make this right Up in my textbook mind. You're tired of making sense. Your mind is