Dark love now creeps through the cracks of what's left of my heart
lost nights in *****
And bruised kisses lost to drunken men
Cold comforting steal slashes lap at my already etched frame
These are just some things I do
To help me forget your name
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
Dark love now creeps through the cracks of what's left of my heart
lost nights in *****
And bruised kisses lost to drunken men
Cold comforting steal slashes lap at my already etched frame
These are just some things I do
To help me forget your name
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