Please don't tell me I have a voice;
Living this way has left me with laryngitis.
I haven't a breath in me to make an exclamation pass as a whisper
Please don't say there is nothing to fear
For I've felt the cold tiles
over
And
over
catching me as I came crashing down
As you promised to catch me if I were to fall
And all that's left from that life was made by the curtesy of your ******* hand print.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
Please don't tell me I have a voice;
Living this way has left me with laryngitis.
I haven't a breath in me to make an exclamation pass as a whisper
Please don't say there is nothing to fear
For I've felt the cold tiles
over
And
over
catching me as I came crashing down
As you promised to catch me if I were to fall
And all that's left from that life was made by the curtesy of your ******* hand print.
