Shredded boxes
Crippled noises
Tearing of tissues
Crumpling of paper
As I lose all sight of happiness...
If this is anger I feel
I hate it I truly do
I'd crumble it up beside you
With my number kinda looks like the moon
All the words that were written .. torn to shreds
Lost in the abyss
Finally it's done forever
With the recycling
She's all done
But they will become something new
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC
Shredded boxes
Crippled noises
Tearing of tissues
Crumpling of paper
As I lose all sight of happiness...
If this is anger I feel
I hate it I truly do
I'd crumble it up beside you
With my number kinda looks like the moon
All the words that were written .. torn to shreds
Lost in the abyss
Finally it's done forever
With the recycling
She's all done
But they will become something new