With these wretched wounds unhealed
I find no point to mend the time
Things will never work out
For this is the way I am
Just a creature trying to love
Trying to fight his way to the top
Thus nothing seems to be satisfying
The taste of the love that I lust for, is bound by this forbidden yet mistaken love
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
With these wretched wounds unhealed
I find no point to mend the time
Things will never work out
For this is the way I am
Just a creature trying to love
Trying to fight his way to the top
Thus nothing seems to be satisfying
The taste of the love that I lust for, is bound by this forbidden yet mistaken love
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