Unsubstantiated Rumors Are Good Enough For Me To B

Well do you wanna talk about it, Do you think you'd understand, how things can get so f**ked up with such good, such good, intentions. and if, if roofs turn to sky, held by the gravity of nothing, an ironic and literal making of a bed. you know, you can walk away, but there is a reason to stay. they make bad bad jokes, it's okay not to laugh. for every push forward, you get the same f**king push back. you had, you had nowhere to go, so you, you found someplace, you have, you have to say you start lying what the f**k were you thinking? i'm not sorry... i'd do it all again. all the lines between hate, love, and revenge it's just dead, it's dead, it's dead, but just dead feelings.