May 2015
Spiders,
I love how they fester inside her
When blood boils
And her anger gets higher
Sweet Lyra,
Hold me close
Don't call me a liar
Come,
Smile a little wider
And sing me to
sleep
I love how they fester inside her
When blood boils
And her anger gets higher
Sweet Lyra,
Hold me close
Don't call me a liar
Come,
Smile a little wider
And sing me to
sleep
(In a tormented mind)
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