Self proclaimed artist
The race is over; the rats have won
Fix your hearts or die
I can still see her face so clearly, I wish she were real
6/6
I can still see her face so clearly, I wish she were real
6/6
5/6
5/6
As I began to rise to the ceiling I told her she was just waking up; I'd see her soon
4/6
As I began to rise to the ceiling I told her she was just waking up; I'd see her soon
4/6
I recognised that she might be scared since I wasn't supposed to be here
3/6
I recognised that she might be scared since I wasn't supposed to be here
3/6
2/6
2/6
With barest wrists and stoutest boasts
He thrusts his fists against the post
And still insists he sees the ghosts
With barest wrists and stoutest boasts
He thrusts his fists against the post
And still insists he sees the ghosts