She was right-
And she typically wasn’t about many things back...
Long before time began
My soul was holding your soul’s hand...
Static in the marrow of the hive
Thousand tongues all fighting to survive...
If I’m not all in
You can surely count me out...
I'm tired,
Of confusion...
I once had,
everything i could ever possibly want...
What if everyone
is lying...
Small
Dusty hands...
Sickness
Spills through the valley...