The vines grip me so roughly
Just how I love it so awfully
No matter where I run, it won’t be undone
Tangled in thorns and ******
Hold me down and tear me open
I should have listened to the omen
Keep strength until you can no more
Now my eyes are red and swollen
The vines grip me so roughly
In my actions, I find it justly
I made my mistakes and now I must break
My prison holds me lovingly
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
The vines grip me so roughly
Just how I love it so awfully
No matter where I run, it won’t be undone
Tangled in thorns and ******
Hold me down and tear me open
I should have listened to the omen
Keep strength until you can no more
Now my eyes are red and swollen
The vines grip me so roughly
In my actions, I find it justly
I made my mistakes and now I must break
My prison holds me lovingly
