These are the nights and the lights that we fade in
These are the words but the words aren’t coming out
They burn ‘cause they are hard to say
For every failing sun, there’s a morning after
Though I’m empty when you go
I just wanted you to know
That the world is ugly
But you’re beautiful to me
Are you thinking of me
Like I’m thinking of you
'the world is ugly'
vent art, work in progress
my hand was shaking so i need to redo
which is related to me possibly losing my cat
and moving x-x
god
when life gets better, it just tanks it for the worst, the worst
