Young heart breaker / but only breaking my own / your thoughts and prayers mean nothing to me now / and yet I still stand with every rising sun / my knees have never been the same since
My creative conscience is a killer / let’s not be drastic / wrote two pages and I’ve got no words left / the art of existence consumes me / wreaking havoc on my insides / wreaking havoc on my insights
Andrew/Borger/Writes 