All that glitters isn’t always gold
Take my words and let them unfold
Maybe it was the night
That took me ahold
I always wanted to be right
But.
I can feel the knife carving,
Into my heart
Into my head
Will you leave me out in the cold
Turn to dust
Oh, how you are so bold.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 11:11 PM UTC
