is not your perception.
is not your perception.
of yours slip away.
I think peace is in knowing,
everything will be okay.
It's all too often the largest
culprit of my longest days.
You see, peace can still be...
Such a heavy weight.
- 𝚛𝚌𝚠
of yours slip away.
I think peace is in knowing,
everything will be okay.
It's all too often the largest
culprit of my longest days.
You see, peace can still be...
Such a heavy weight.
- 𝚛𝚌𝚠
what's forgiven...
Without revealing,
a deeper rhetoric?
You'll only blindly
find wisdom, looking
for, the leverage in it.
And, I really can't
befriend you, I'm
too battle-winded.
Just a country boy's
happily ever after...
Ending.
- 𝚛𝚌𝚠
what's forgiven...
Without revealing,
a deeper rhetoric?
You'll only blindly
find wisdom, looking
for, the leverage in it.
And, I really can't
befriend you, I'm
too battle-winded.
Just a country boy's
happily ever after...
Ending.
- 𝚛𝚌𝚠
asking for help. It's funny how,
I'm finally bleeding and
everyone else is the victim. Wow.
Didn't know 'till I fell,
that elephant lives in my
basement with doubt, thankfully.
I got out. I just need you, now.
- 𝚛𝚌𝚠
asking for help. It's funny how,
I'm finally bleeding and
everyone else is the victim. Wow.
Didn't know 'till I fell,
that elephant lives in my
basement with doubt, thankfully.
I got out. I just need you, now.
- 𝚛𝚌𝚠
just another numb product
all desensitized.
Iced-over from a desolate
frozen world... Or what, then?
A story that's far from
painfully told.
See, the truth usually
speaks sincerely from...
A warm, reflective tone.
- 𝚛𝚌𝚠
just another numb product
all desensitized.
Iced-over from a desolate
frozen world... Or what, then?
A story that's far from
painfully told.
See, the truth usually
speaks sincerely from...
A warm, reflective tone.
- 𝚛𝚌𝚠
search for a long-lost lesson.
search for a long-lost lesson.
forest, finds us becoming florists.
Where the wind whispers,
hinting warnings of any torrid
storms or harsher tides...
But only those, still before us.
- 𝚛𝚌𝚠
forest, finds us becoming florists.
Where the wind whispers,
hinting warnings of any torrid
storms or harsher tides...
But only those, still before us.
- 𝚛𝚌𝚠