Feb 2016
Im turnt.
High, inebriated whatever you may say
Cuz i know my blood would never treat me this way
Because sin is always so sweet till it leaves for another
What a shame, what a shame
That it had to be my brother
High, inebriated whatever you may say
Cuz i know my blood would never treat me this way
Because sin is always so sweet till it leaves for another
What a shame, what a shame
That it had to be my brother
Words are wind, they flow just as easily as the salt from my eyes. But i love the breeze. I am alive.
Nothing ever made sense but that blurry visage called commitment.
Who do you trust when your the eye inside a circle of lies?
Nothing ever made sense but that blurry visage called commitment.
Who do you trust when your the eye inside a circle of lies?
