Theres a little girl inside you,
She's hiding in your head.
She scream's "let me out"
But you bury her deeper instead.

Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer.
maybe self-[destruction] is the answer.
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She was a beautiful boy,, dressed in [s.i.n]ღ

Grow old along with me. the [best] is yet to be.

Before you were concieved, i [wanted] you.
before you were born, i [loved] you.
before you were an hour, i would [die] for you.
this is the [miracle] of life.

Let's do it, let's fall in [l.o.v.e]ღ

And i'll treasure every broken promise and every [little] lie as if they were my own.ღ

Thorns of time against the rose of the world, killing us slowly as my petals fall...

In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

If I could hold on through the tears and laughter, would I be beautiful or just a beautiful disaster?