You stick a needle in my arm
The other end a fountain pen
And I would bleed myself dry
Trying to find the perfect words
To calm the thrashing in my soul
A million memories in one last breath
On my lips would be a name in sin
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 11:44 PM UTC
You stick a needle in my arm
The other end a fountain pen
And I would bleed myself dry
Trying to find the perfect words
To calm the thrashing in my soul
A million memories in one last breath
On my lips would be a name in sin