Jul 2015
If only I could puppeteer my own heart
But I can't control the viscous strings.
They are taut, lying in someone else's hands
And she laughs at me from the shadows.
But I can't control the viscous strings.
They are taut, lying in someone else's hands
And she laughs at me from the shadows.
(Charleston, SC)
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