become so rare, that it’s
revolutionary to do so?
What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.
i’ll buy you a place
where you can say “what a nice view”
and i’ll agree
while looking straight at you
Will someone sing me to sleep… Write songs about me.. Idk what I’m doing wrong. It’s been pretty one-ended for a while.
Fuck fuck fuck, I knew this was going to happen. Another fucking thing I gotta deal with.