"I'm lost, I'm scared, I feel like I'm disappearing. My skins coming off
I'm getting old. Nothing makes any sense to me. Nothing makes any sense."
lyrics
discretionary tales, woven in flesh.
stained in spilt crimson ink,
hums of earth and the tides she pulls in.
layers of foam, and mossy pillars surround you.
do I scare you? do I make you weak?
do I make you weak?
do I make you weak?
feel it under your skin.
cannot break me down.
honest mistakes begin...
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