I watched it sway in the wind, but never did it break. I kneel now on bended knee, knowing only what you give is what they take.
I couldn't put it down in pen, faces always see. I couldn't disguise what's inside, That's destroying so much of me.
Shadows linger in closets I keep bare, regrets marked on skin. Hearts must be made of glass, as passion is said to be sin.
Handprints that match my hand, I have a tendency to choke. Yet I often forget how to breath, when everything goes up in smoke.
Ruin is a friend of mine, she is always standing at my back. I'm sitting on the corner of insanity, while she's counting all I lack.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
I watched it sway in the wind, but never did it break. I kneel now on bended knee, knowing only what you give is what they take.
I couldn't put it down in pen, faces always see. I couldn't disguise what's inside, That's destroying so much of me.
Shadows linger in closets I keep bare, regrets marked on skin. Hearts must be made of glass, as passion is said to be sin.
Handprints that match my hand, I have a tendency to choke. Yet I often forget how to breath, when everything goes up in smoke.
Ruin is a friend of mine, she is always standing at my back. I'm sitting on the corner of insanity, while she's counting all I lack.
