"As she graced her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph
This issue of the forest bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe.
Her eyes revealed as Brocken's peak, tried once concealing Hell
A snow white line of divine freaks, in riot, where they fell."
Sam π¦
That one time I was funny. π
πΆWhen you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather in a beautiful world
I wish I was special, you're so fucking special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong hereπΆ
πΆHello, darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silenceπΆ
Oh OK. π
Currently playing. π
Tried the adventures of Elliot demo.
Skipped the cutscene.
Engaged in a fight.
Heard banger music,
Deleted the demo.
I know enough.
Day one, if I've finished at least one of the two in current rotation.
Showing restraint. π«‘
