Слова:
Piebald Sometimes Friends Fight

when i was young i had dreams, my senses weren't repressed. emotions now mass produce, there will be none left soon enough, stuck held fast like fossiles

once upon a time. when i just stood still. your eyes pierced my skin i've lost what i knew. can i scratch them out yet? lost it lost it. scratch it scratch

why are we separated by our actions? all the times we had before. all the things i won't forget. how can you let them go? erase. memories destroy me.