other side of paradise — aizawa's storage

( dirt — emma blackery )

and when i count to three
you'd best be on your knees
don't you try coming for me
cause i'm the bitch who keeps her receipts

( sayoko — jubyphonic )

everyday would be the same
nothing more, little change
if i cared, it would mean nothing
it’s all such a pain
friendly bonds are so unneeded
i don’t give a damn
a busy life, is what i am
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if i could fly
if for only a moment
there wouldn’t be, such a need for casualty
i’m alone, and that is how it’ll be