Horror Stories
Many just like this
This one's about a boy
He opened his body
Exposed his secrets
Then he was destroyed
Soul is screaming
Body defeated
Who will help you now
Just be manly
Act so carefree
Maybe your problems will drown
Your nails are digging in my skin
Your nails are exposing my sin (oh)
Help me now I call for you
Horror stories
Many just like this
This one’s about a girl
She tore her flower
Gave him power
Now he is her world
Just get over it
Just move on
Give it time you must be strong
She is wilting like a rose
Now she haunts him as his ghost
Nails are tearing apart her sin
Fingertips exposing skin
Peers just tell her just move on
But she isn't as strong (as you)
As they exit Gaia
Casket surrounded by liars
Heart thumps every time we meet eyes
Your hello sends blood between my thighs
It's my high
You break my heart I crawl on back
So depressed my blood is black
What about you keeps me so connected
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Alvin Ellis
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