ใ คใ ค & there is a special place in hell for me, it's called the throne. โโโ Beware, don't stir shit into my cauldron. Cinnabon, the professional broomstick rider.
I could laugh at how accurate this still is but... I'm just struggling as my heart carries its faulty rhythm. Skipped beats should no longer bother me yet they do.
This is. . . Iโm cursed.
Somehow the Fates have decreed that my heart must fall into the abyss of tragic confusion and beautiful connection through unorthodox beginnings.
So let's make trouble in the dream world
Hijack heaven with another memory now
I make the most of the turning tide
It just split what's left of the burning silence.