When I let you go. It just pulled you closer. I can't understand where it came from. But you got it, my god it. It began in the land of the sandstorm. I fought it, though I want it. Everything to do w
I don't want your empathy. I just want another enemy. I'm not gonna change a thing for you. I'm over middle ground. And I really wanna burn it down. I'm not your friend. And I won't pretend, I am. So
I cried, for I didn't think it could be true. That you and I might have always known one another. And that we could not only evoke, but conjure a place of our own. And everywhere, that has ever
