trashfireworld.

In the ugliness that crowds my clouded head The sands of time blow by slow enough, it makes me feel less dead In the loneliness that makes an arid desert of my mind I find I'm clinging onto any semblance of affection Oh my, this trashfireworld so often seems so terrible But you make this trashfireworld a little bit more bearable Oh my, this trashfireworld takes more than it may give to you But you make this trashfireworld a place in time worth living through And it burns, it burns, it burns In such a way we feel alive Though living will hurt, together we survive