
A residential home for eating disorders didn’t work, but returning home to the support of her loved ones did xoxox.
“Drugs and alcohol have become an integral part of the music scene, there’s no way around it sometimes.
Figure yourself out before you step into that environment and it makes things a lot easier. If you’re already lost, or figuring things out, throwing drinking into the mix will just keep you lost.”– Justin Cornwall
Lyrics:
It begins to tell,
’round midnight, midnight.
I do pretty well, till after sundown,
Suppertime I’m feelin’ sad;
But it really gets bad,
’round midnight.
Memories always start ’round midnight
Haven’t got the heart to stand those memories,
When my heart is still with you,
And ol’ midnight knows it, too.
When a quarrel we had needs mending,
Does it mean that our love is ending.
Darlin’ I need you, lately I find
You’re out of my heart,
And I’m out of my mind.
Let our hearts take wings’
’round midnight, midnight
Let the angels sing,
for your returning.
Till our love is safe and sound.
And old midnight comes around.
Feelin’ sad,
really gets bad
Born into a generation, where apathy is our favorite trait
Watch the world spin as you don’t care at all
But inside we’re screaming as our walk turns into a crawl
A race to a finish line, that we believe so much exists
The demon of effortless perfection takes over through digital bliss
As we count the hearts, count the likes,
Always checking so no approval is missed
As our world slowly fades to black,
As we die by the digital kiss.