๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
Maybe we're all just parasites.
๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
Running away would be so unbecoming.
๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
Granite
๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
Never been good, but I've never been better.
๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
Dying vacantly
๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
I just made you up to hurt myself.
๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
Got Venom, In Her Kisses.
๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
Making Miseries.
๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
What a precious basket case.
๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
Pull me closer 'til I'm in over my head.
๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
Self-sabotage
๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
Come here.
๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
I'm dead, just like a disco.
๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
Clever little things.
๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
Just Pretend.
๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
Let the moment die and begin again.
๖̶̶̶̶ۣۣۜۜζ͜͡-Nymie:
Did you see me crumble?