Bittersweet as a burning tree
As the second name of belladonna
Keep your voice below the bagpipes
Keep your chin above your phone
I guess the rink was never icy
Now that the grief is not as thick as water
I never was the hard-heart type
Back when I never slept alone
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
Bittersweet as a burning tree
As the second name of belladonna
Keep your voice below the bagpipes
Keep your chin above your phone
I guess the rink was never icy
Now that the grief is not as thick as water
I never was the hard-heart type
Back when I never slept alone
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