Has her torn between hell and, running away
Time will be the judge of her
The hours grow heavy and hollow and cruel as a grave
But she can't seem to get away from her punctured mind
Not even for a short time?
No, not even for a short time
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
Has her torn between hell and, running away
Time will be the judge of her
The hours grow heavy and hollow and cruel as a grave
But she can't seem to get away from her punctured mind
Not even for a short time?
No, not even for a short time
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