felt like spring time, when I didn't know you were like winter bitter and cold
animosity is passion, life ambition set free. mercy me, why have mercy on you. hypocritical fields covered in the idea of your scattered remains. yet there is still hope for some form of humanity in my brain
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
felt like spring time, when I didn't know you were like winter bitter and cold
animosity is passion, life ambition set free. mercy me, why have mercy on you. hypocritical fields covered in the idea of your scattered remains. yet there is still hope for some form of humanity in my brain
