Jul 2015
Quaking
Aching
From breaking every time I step farther away from you
I am a puppet and my strings are tangled in you hair
Either unaware or just don’t care
That I hold scissors in my hand
Aching
From breaking every time I step farther away from you
I am a puppet and my strings are tangled in you hair
Either unaware or just don’t care
That I hold scissors in my hand
