This sorrow that's inside
I try to take it's pride,
make it hide,
but it won't die.
Everything's a lie
Covered up in filthy flies.
Can't you find,
anyone one who'll make it die?
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 7:01 PM UTC
This sorrow that's inside
I try to take it's pride,
make it hide,
but it won't die.
Everything's a lie
Covered up in filthy flies.
Can't you find,
anyone one who'll make it die?