Of course the law is fountains ff face to face remorse. A fast and restless blackmail like pent-up fetish whores. — Chevelle Copy Share Image
If fate's so wrong you'll start to feel lightheaded By my admission, nothing grows Just a longer list of unsorted laws — Chevelle Copy Share Image
Behold the lost. Behold a Band-Aid. These shameful metaphors fought it through the teeth. — Chevelle Copy Share Image
Faceless, so little there to judge. Left wing let's separate the cold out. Opposites, we never need to tell one sting I've found I'm… — Chevelle Copy Share Image
This body's left the soul. The brain needs oxygen. Can't sneak around this bai.t His catacomb has got me by the chin. — Chevelle Copy Share Image
Some will learn; many do. Cover up or spread it out. Turn around, had enough, Pick and choose or pass it on. — Chevelle Copy Share Image
How dare you catch me counting? How dare you call at all? How dare you call it suffering? How dare you call at all? — Chevelle Copy Share Image
Do you want it enough? Do you want it at all? Should you need it at all? Takes a minute to see. — Chevelle Copy Share Image
So why then has all my life made no sound and are your eyes closing even now? My life made no sound I fear… — Chevelle Copy Share Image
You used to run me away ll while laughing. Then cry about that fact, 'til I returned. — Chevelle Copy Share Image
You're right, I get it It all makes sense, you're the perfect person. So right, so wrong. Let's all live in your imaginary life. — Chevelle Copy Share Image
