Mar 2015
There's little whispers banging
the inside of my skull with iron fists
saying "Do it, don't do it, do it, don't do it."
And it's tearing my spirit in two.
the inside of my skull with iron fists
saying "Do it, don't do it, do it, don't do it."
And it's tearing my spirit in two.
i'm not filled with candy, unfortunately.
