Thoughts turn into ink to keep my mind at bliss
The walls would of been covered if not for this
Thoughts scream in my head
I need to let them out
The walls would of been covered
I need to let them out
I need to let them out
I need to let them out
I can tell my self
I just need to believe
That things will get better
Once I stop this greif
Stop being so f*cking naive
Note to Self
I feel relieved
Our Mess Is Our Message
Egassem ruo si ssem ruo
Our Mess Is Our Message
Thoughts turn into ink to keep my mind at bliss
The walls would of been covered if not for this
Thoughts scream in my head
I need to let them out
The walls would of been covered
I need to let them out
I can tell my self
I just need to believe
That things will get better
Once I stop this greif
Stop being so f*cking naive
Note to Self
I feel relieved