Random songs. Random words. Over and over repeating. Defining and finding meaning... Artist: Why? Album: Alopecia Track: 9 Lyrics: Pray hard like a pious pope- But hope for no diamonds. If some divine simon spoke, Or came down to find us. Caught here in our lab coats, But without a science. Would we see light? Oh, I might decide... While I'm alive, I'll feel alive. And what's next- I guess I'll know when I've, gotten there. Am I careful till past dull? Will be is or has been. Oh, I'm waxing as in half-full. Lit with candles lasting- Born lonesome, bald and bashful. With a nasty, natty accent. On the east side. Oh I can decide. While I'm alive, I'll feel alive. And what's next, I guess I'll know when I've gotten there... #lyrics #why #brookandwaxing #depressed #rhymes #rants #feeling #poems #song #oldhabits #korean #asian #piercings #girlswithpiercings #dolphinbites #girlswithtats #mirror #reflection #eyeliner #makeup #daydream #singingmyfavoritesong #music #alopecia (at The Beauty of the Darkness) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4jV-mfhGBB/?igshid=9kedszkb4ji6









