| Who knows man. It's pretty. |


Suburbia.We don't need dreams here, in this house near the end.Suburbia.
Someone plotted out our destinies for us,
drawing up maps and charts to tell us who to
love and when.
But not this, god I can't love this; this house on
the right that screams of sidewalks and
streetlights.
I can close my eyes and pretend you don't exist
anymore but the ticking of clocks drown out my
hopes in the silence; never have I been this
alone. You bring with you the promise of hell and
marriage and lists of all the things I don't
believe in, but you're far too real now for me not
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Music Dedication | TWLOHA Dedication
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Hold me and tell me we'll burn like stars, we'll burn as we fall.
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Music Dedication | TWLOHA Dedication
HaH
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Turns out you like to play with knives and I hear it gives you a rush
That wasn't the one I was thinking.
WHY DON'T I DRESS UP AS EDWARD CULLEN.
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Hold me and tell me we'll burn like stars, we'll burn as we fall.
Because I would beat you like a slave master if you did.
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Turns out you like to play with knives and I hear it gives you a rush
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Hold me and tell me we'll burn like stars, we'll burn as we fall.
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Turns out you like to play with knives and I hear it gives you a rush
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