You tell me I'm no good.
You chop me up for firewood,
and all the while my thick black smoke bellows through your veins,
searching,
looking for a place to call my own,
a cell to make my home,
it is here I will begin...
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 6:24 PM UTC
You tell me I'm no good.
You chop me up for firewood,
and all the while my thick black smoke bellows through your veins,
searching,
looking for a place to call my own,
a cell to make my home,
it is here I will begin...
