Damage.

If you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones/ Because most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs/ Setting fire to our insides for fun/ Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong. 

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one/ Because most of us are bitter over someone/ Setting fire to our insides for fun/ To distract our hearts from ever missing them. 

But I'm forever missing him.

by Elena Tonra (Daughter)

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