Teksty: Beauty's Confusion. Breathe In. Projection.

Self-insecurity
Social loathing
Despising the way i feel
Everything's a dream
And nothing is real
If I understood your past
If you would share more with me
If you admitted you were happy
If I told you that you make me complete
If you could get past being freaked
If only
If any
If something
If nothing
If