No, this is not a question. I need not your answer.
But have you no shame?
You forced your way in with that wicked smile and I am convinced that heaven tasted like a Sunday morning by your side.
Losing myself, devouring your grip, I’ve been lost in a cosmic display and forgotten my wit.
Little did I know, colors of blue can turn into grays.
You said you love her in your sleep, Annamarie haunted me like a sick prey.
Pitch black vision...
Soldier with no mission...
Have you no shame?
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
No, this is not a question. I need not your answer.
But have you no shame?
You forced your way in with that wicked smile and I am convinced that heaven tasted like a Sunday morning by your side.
Losing myself, devouring your grip, I’ve been lost in a cosmic display and forgotten my wit.
Little did I know, colors of blue can turn into grays.
You said you love her in your sleep, Annamarie haunted me like a sick prey.
Pitch black vision...
Soldier with no mission...
Have you no shame?
