Mar 2015
Thoughts hang suspended in the air
Like wires of unrepair
And how im nothing more than a mourning prayer.
Everything is still inside of there
I don't care,
I tightened and set the snare.
Like wires of unrepair
And how im nothing more than a mourning prayer.
Everything is still inside of there
I don't care,
I tightened and set the snare.
Bottle it up
