fullstack · songwriter
welcome to my small piece of the internet
Fresh marks from the wall, lens, screen, and speakers.
“If only things could come back, Then maybe life would be better or worse. But still, the chance is high”
but not for us
“Remembering the past, Shouldn't have done, though. I’m chained to who I was,”
two sides
How does it feel to keep me on the edge? Letting me dangle by your false promises Every heartbeat that leads to your name
First night, making the bed Not that strong, needed two people We just met, but I asked for your help
