I need your opinion but I'm scared of her
Like need paper to set up a bonfire
and Here I am with old calendar
Struggling to give you everything I have
cuz I want to draw, write stories
that I have like you
but not yet
I'm working on it
I need one to get started
I'm used to fear feel
I just realized
He's gone, it was projection
held to - to this station
If I would decide how to die
I'd like to live with green pen
my whole life
I heard somewhere
it's 'bout how you live
dying is always ugly also
I love pretty things
So let's try it
Fear was but is not anymore
grab pen, paper cup of not poison (definitely)
what will flow
if I open my arm
Bro?