So for the past 3 years or so, the idea of the 27 club has fascinated me. I'm gonna turn 25 this October and in the past I'd have said "two more years:
In other words, I was the poster child for suicidal ideation.
Things have changed for me. I still love the dark songs, but I no longer want to run away from this life and this world
Don't let me fall asleep, these guardians have teeth
They whisper to me
"Go to the light, go to the light, don't fight it"
They're sick but taste so sweet
They're wolves disguisеd as sheep
They whisper to me
"Go to thе light, go to the light"
Someone save me from my angels.
Worth posting in two place... these lyrics right here never fail to hit me hard
Oh, it's hard to find a place to hide
When you're running from what's inside
No matter where you go, there you are
So tonight I'll go to war with me
'Cause I'm my own worst enemy
And I don't wanna fight anymore