The saddest part, of watching the world burn, isn't always obvious.

On the inner battle of who you are at the end of the day.

A poem to my lover. <3

This is a diss track I made as a joke for my friend.

Ah, yes. Our heroine has found herself thinking about him again.

I'm not an angel, in fact, my kind is found, 50 feet, under the ground.

I'm falling, falling from the sky, how high, was I?

Crashing, burning,

Everything feels fine. Until it doesn't. Back and forth. Back and forth.