If You Live In Each Other's Pockets

I Never Said I Do Not Remember, My Grandmother Corrects. I Said I Prefer To Forget.

You Always Knew After Shitty Things Happened, Who Your Friends Really Were.

Perhaps He D Always Known That The Truth Of A Person Lies In The Heart.

They're Fake Bullets, So Why Do I Feel Like Im Bleeding Out?

Why Are You Doing This To Yourself? When Something Bad Happens, Why Do You Have To Pick At It Until It Bleeds All Over Again?