My tired eyes that draw out your lies, Do my plastic sighs ruin you disguise ?
If I can’t read you, is that my demise? Twisted tongue, too tangled for goodbyes.
Pity. I offer no vices.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC
My tired eyes that draw out your lies, Do my plastic sighs ruin you disguise ?
If I can’t read you, is that my demise? Twisted tongue, too tangled for goodbyes.
Pity. I offer no vices.
