Traverse
maybe I could be A little more happy Less worry woes When Isaac knows Some say beauty in pain I’d rather Novocain Less pain to injure me Trauma kills, just slowly For now, I guess I’ll be On one branch of this tree If I make the wrong
Here lives some of my thoughts, stories, ideas, and art.
maybe I could be A little more happy Less worry woes When Isaac knows Some say beauty in pain I’d rather Novocain Less pain to injure me Trauma kills, just slowly For now, I guess I’ll be On one branch of this tree If I make the wrong
We’re all in search of blissful lives “I’m sure I’ll be there before fifty five” We try so hard. We sacrifice Our whole world just to find our next nice We gamble and stress we make a mess When only we need To stop and breathe What
You never asked for anything Except closure I couldn’t bring I hope that brings your heart to hate. It’s what I need. My well-earned fate. This world you took me to. House. Dance. A me and you experience. I’ll never share that with a soul, I can’
We’re hoping tomorrow There’ll be no more sorrow For now let’s just borrow time and pretend to glow It’s fucked. It’s not right Giving in ‘cause I’m weak There’s so little fight Left inside. And it’s bleak We have to fight for