It's pathetic but it's all I've got
From the moment life happened
The weak live like this
Full of regret
Serenade
Just sharing pain, right? Being deeply intertwined
Always analyzing
Serenade
Being patronized without reason
The spiraling suicide
Pour petroleum on it Don't know about the next person but
Don't care either way Whatever
Same fate anyway
Spiraling corpse
It's pathetic but it's all I've got
Don't Move
Adding the blur-effect
It's all I've got left, so stop coming for me
People die from words, and that choice has been planted
Turn misfortune into